"It's just the vintage I ordered. I hope. I've had good wines on the islands before. They don't hold a candle to what's available at home, but we all get by." Seel tilted his head, regarding the stranger. " Why not break your diet then?"

If Seel was paying attention, he might have noticed that Lestat felt a lot like Louis, their energies were the same, species wise. They had the same ebb and flow, the same pattern and feel. But he wasn't, so he didn't notice.

"I'm sure it will. Even pretty prisons are still prisons, once you get used to the decor. " Seel acknowledged the dangerous glint, smiling back, but there was no one to take out the frustrations on. And Seel was used to pretty prisons. Sometimes it was just to hard to fight it.