In Lestat's case, human was the entire menu. It was best that way. Of course from time to time there'd been the odd vampire, but that blood came with consequences. Or gifts, if you'd rather. Lestat mostly preferred to see it that way at this moment anyway. It was subject to change -- as were most of his whims and feelings, just waiting for the next direction that the wind happened to blow.

Lestat could smell the faint scent of smoke, feel the weight of a gaze (metaphoric though that weight may be) on him. One eye cracked open, blinded a moment to adjust to the sunlight, which he wondered if he would ever be used to. He was already looking in his direction when the words were spoken. His lips curved up into a smile at the question. "Yes, fresh off the boat as they say. And you would remember me. Most tend to."

It was vanity, yes, but also true. Lestat was far from subtle more often than not. He made an impression, usually by design. Occasionally unintentionally. Either way, he was not easily forgotten.