Daniel is more than a little put off by that laugh. What kid laughs like that, like he's seeing more in this conversation than what little words they are saying to each other permit. Daniel's well-trained sixth sense for more information rears its head, but he forces it to be quiet - or, rather, he's subdued into silence by that waft of a hand - and instead lets his attention be encouraged to focus on the papers on the desk.

Clearly this is a man accustomed to being bossed around by a teenager.

"You don't need fancy eyes for that, I can tell you right now that there's nothing written on anything, anywhere in this place. No books, no magazines, no folders, no files, no pamphlets. Not a single fucking thing."

His hand drops from the vial around his neck as he seems to relax a bit, though he's still not coming any closer. Eventually his eyes flick back up to study the stranger's face, trying to get another look at those eyes.

"What else do they do? Your- Your eyes, I mean. Can you.. see long distances and stuff?" Like a vampire???