He's so pathetic. Louis can't help starting forward in some vague attempt at helping. Something small buried deep inside his chest convulses, bygone days of cleaning his siblings' scuffed knees. He can hardly remember what that was like. Even the memory of stemming the head wound on the alderman is faded like an old photograph.

He digs out a generously-sized handkerchief and balls it up. He approaches Armand slowly like someone trying not to get eaten by a tiger.

"Press that on it tight. You need a doctor. You told me your name, but that don't mean anythin' to me. Do vampires usually go around introducin' themselves as such?"

He's curious, he can't help it. Was Lestat going off script when he courted Louis for months before revealing his true nature? Or is this Armand just so bold?