[ Armand listens, eyes gone wide as a little of the drowsiness he feels recedes in the wake of Lestat's passionate rebuke. This place has the power to trick and hurt them so? To know such things as to make such ruin? Well it appears so and Armand has found that out violently and first hand. It means the writing, the bear in his arms, even the spectacles sitting cold against his chest are all artful replicas, perhaps only so detailed because he himself knows them with such clarity.

It should make him want to cast them aside, but the raw feelings inside him won't allow him to, not right now at least. He let's his hand drop away from the words though, carefully turning his back to them to face Lestat instead and nods. ]

I have heard this, seen things on the network. I did not, however, expect it all to be so... convincing.

[ Armand looks briefly lost for a moment, fatigue sweeping in once more across his shoulders and he reaches for Lestat, brushing the back of his hand gently. ]

Will you lead us from here? Please?