"And what are you now, lovely one? You are not the same as me. I can tell that much. Or perhaps that's too personal a question? Well, nothing ventured nothing gained, they say." And Lestat wasn't terribly concerned about propriety. It got in the way, far too often.

The blond's expression softened at that assessment of Louis, nodding his head. "Troubled and kind, yes. His heart has always felt too deeply, I think. Since I first met him, he's been that way."

It was part of what had drawn Lestat too him, the sorrow and the pain, the turmoil behind those haunting green eyes. Ah. Thinking about it, he missed the other vampire. He always did, as often as they were parted.