The scowl was far more interesting than it ought to be. Lestat was used to vexing people, though usually he needed more than half a dozen words and a moment to accomplish that. So this would be a new record, of sorts. One that he would be oddly proud of, but certainly wasn't aiming for.

But the blond didn't seem all that worried by the expression anyway, and simply nodded at the observation. "More than a few have wished otherwise."

At least he had enough self-awareness to realize his flaws, though not nearly enough self-awareness not to revel in them all the same -- when he wasn't taking in a fit of self-loathing. Those were exhausting, to him and everyone unfortunate enough to be around him.

A shake of his head at the offer. "Thanks, but I'm afraid I can't. Special diet."