"I remember yours," is Armand's sorrowful reply, his smile sad. He had fed into them, leading to the downfall of their relationship. Sometimes, he wonders what it would have been like if he hadn't coaxed and plied Daniel with so many wicked things, but he suspects it always would have ended where it did.

"Autonomy, true autonomy, is new to me. If it wasn't my master, who became my maker, then it was one of the covens, and then Louis. Being with you, around you, is the first time I haven't felt I needed to perform or hide my truer nature. I suppose now it's just a matter of discovering who I am."

"If I were crueler, I would suggest that I should do that on my own, but I'm too selfish for that," he informs Daniel, and holds a little tighter as he brings them to his door, using his powers to open the lock. "Do tell me about your dreams, beloved. I want to hear whether your memories were clawing at your consciousness to get out."