Since his turning, or being made, Daniel has definitely killed people, drained people, all of that. He likes to choose assholes, even if he's aware he's also an asshole.

Asshole on asshole crime.

It should bother him a hell of a lot more than it does, but Daniel's packing a lot more memories after his time in Dubai that suggest maybe he wasn't going to struggle with it in the way, say, Louis had.

There's a few different reasons not to eat Neil, the least of these being that he's not hungry. Another is stubborn refusal to fall into the hedonism of eating beautiful young people.

At this moment, though, Neil is so much more than a snack. He's information.

"Yeah," Daniel says, because Neil's not lying. "Okay, if it keeps me off the street, I'm all for the social programs of this fine city." He watches Neil stand, catching on a moment later. "Out of the sunlight," he agrees. "A sealed box would be safest, but an interior room would work. No windows."

He stays put on the bench, trying to give off I'm not gonna eat you vibes.