"Thanks," comes the unsurprisingly flat reply, though it's a little too breathless to be begrudging, Daniel's pupils flared. He's thinking explicitly about putting his mouth on the clinging wet fabric of the swimwear to try and taste what's underneath. Thinking about Armand holding his head in place for it. Not thinking much about Lestat at all: apparently Daniel is also easily distracted. It's kinda new, for him, to be derailed from a story by something so menial as just.

Armand is close enough to touch, but even with his desires surfaced, Daniel keeps his hands rigidly in place, wound together to avoid shaking. As the fascination of his mind fades he regains his usual masked expression, too, reins himself back in under control. Struggling with this awakened sensuality, at odds with his aging body. He doesn't even argue with boy, which he should hate.

"Planning to keep Louis from him too?" he finally asks as his logical brain starts to come back online. The interview was just as dangerous to Louis, he remembers that, clear images of vampires scaling the side of a skyscraper. He didn't get the end of the story, but given Louis was living with Armand he didn't expect a reunion and reconciliation with his maker to be in the script. "Lestat can't read his mind, so there's probably no harm in it." Except for the obvious risk of letting Louis spend time with his old flame. His blue gaze is watchful. Part of having Daniel's absolute attention is now Armand is the one he'd like to take apart for the pleasure of putting back together.