Ah there it was. Perfect. He'd stumbled across a pretty philosopher then, hadn't he? Lestat couldn't hide the smile, far too pleased with the conversation. It was impossible to hide it really. "No light without darkness, is it? That's true, though. Joy without sorrow loses its meaning. But so does sorrow without joy. The trick is in the balance, I think."

The blond considered a moment, putting his next words together. "Though balance is the wrong word. It's hardly equal most times. And I've known tragedy well enough. But I rather prefer pleasure a great deal more. If I'm given a choice. I suppose that's not always the case."

For him and for everyone else. But Lestat, at his heart, reckless and selfish though that heart could be, was an optimist.