Armand is a very old vampire with skills that others will only ever dream of possessing. It means that when he feels the itch of someone scratching at his shoulder, as if to whisper that they're watching, he casts his mind out into Darrow.

It's a small enough city and it doesn't take long for him to locate the mind that's seeking him.

He hears the echo of a thought, but it's muddled. Ah. He must be too far away. Well, perhaps he ought to step into this inky darkness that she's somehow creating, allowing his mind to slip into the space in between as if he's entering a shop. Hands in pockets, he peers around the emptiness, as if looking for something apart from the girl. "You rang?" he asks pleasantly.