"Impossible to say yet. I'd like to think good. I always would like to think good. And yet, so often, I've guessed wrong." Story of Lestat's life. Aim for good, generally mostly, but too easily thrown off course by flight or fancy or pettiness. So many possible diversions on the way to good. And maybe this place and its kinder sun were the same. For the moment it felt bright and good, but first impressions were tricky that way.

He spared another laugh and a shake of his head. "I've done a fair bit of listening in my times. I've heard music that woke me back up into life itself, but never the trees. How interesting that they sing for you. They must be fond of you."

Or perhaps this pretty man was something other than human, or at least than the sort of human that Lestat was familiar with.

Oh brave new world that has such people in it. He chuckled quietly at his own train of thought. "What's your name?"