[ Master, blegh. Daniel hates hearing that word in Armand's context... but probably only because it's somewhat right, in a way. Armand has been the master of most things he's been involved in, due to his scary need for control. Daniel sometimes feels bad thinking of him in such a negative light, what with all the sweet things he says to him, but then calling him a master puts that in a whole different light, doesn't it? Eugh.

He listens to Kisame's reasoning, looking down at his scribbling like he's trying to crack some kind of code, his pen drawing little doodle-y circles on the margin of the leaflet. ]

Huh... Yeah, I mean...

[ He murmurs, considering the fact that he was chosen in his own world specifically on a whim and ended up being one of the only humans alive with an intricate knowledge of a very real supernatural entity. In his haste and eagerness he also got kind of adopted by his aforementioned Master and is now somewhat addicted to vampire blood as though he were some kind of druggie, but. Details. ]

If there's one thing I'm good at, it's retaining information. I'm a details guy. And, [ He taps his temple. ] Photographic memory.

[ Another pause while he deliberates, and shit? He's actually feeling a little better. It's wild what giving someone purpose will do for them, huh? ]