"Tastes? Well it feels different too, for me at least." It did not feel like fire and worlds and lives lost, a stark reminder of what had been lost when he'd been given the dark gift. But no sense dwelling just now. Better to enjoy while he could. Immortal or not, he knew well how fleeting things could be, even simple pleasures.

A laugh burst from Lestat before he could stop it. "Presumptuous, yes. You'll be shocked to know I've been told as much before, I'm sure." In fact presumptuous wasn't one of the kinder things that had been said about him through the long years of his life. Though somehow even those traits many would fall vices rather than virtue, Lestat wore them proudly. Badges of honor. He was who he was, after all.


"Do trees sing? I don't believe I've heard them. But I'm more interested in people myself. Are the people here different as well? And how do they taste?" Well. That last one may have been literal.