It's a pleasant compliment. Armand doesn't hide the smile that spreads across his face, not entirely due to John's words. He lifts a shoulder in a shrug, eyeing the dark edifice of the manor house and the flickering lights of the party. Music thumps and rattles from somewhere inside, unfamiliar modern songs.

"One, and then the other. They may choose the order." He turns his gaze back to John. "Do you enjoy watching them in such circumstances? Their tender father, eager to wet his fingers in their blood."