"You say that like the sun is nothing. But this is the first time I've felt the sun like this since I was... a much younger man." So much younger. Lifetimes and lifetimes ago. And these days it felt even longer ago, after the more recent reminder of mortality he'd had in a borrowed body. But this was his own body, Lestat as Lestat, in the sun.

That grin brought an answering smile over his own features in reflex, as though he could hardly have stopped the expression if he wanted to.

"You are so young to say something like that. But I suppose there have been times when I've lost any shred of optimism to cynicism..." Growing up in that house, with his father and his brothers who had never understood him, could never understand him. It was hard to have much hope then. "The only secret I can offer is to chase what makes you happy. No matter who it may upset." Be the rockstar even if it will make literally every other one of your kind furious or exasperated or worried for your life or your sanity! Perhaps he ought to recommend his autobiography.