[ Lestat's eyes flash with delight, and it's unclear whether he's finding enjoyment in Louis' shaky performance or in the faux sweetness in Louis' expression that contrasts completely the acidity of his tone. It's ridiculous how this reaction and Louis toying with him earlier have almost the same reaction in him; the powerful urge to eke out more, to see how far it will go, how far he can push it before Louis inevitably calls the whole thing off. He still can't quite blink away the way Louis had tipped his chin ever so slightly, as though it were subconscious. ]

I could, but your act would be entirely overshadowed by me, and I wouldn't want to do that to you, you know? Beautiful assistants are supposed to be disposable, not steal the show.

[ Speaking of stealing the show, and running entirely on his own fumes, Lestat aims and hits another 100. Then, as if he weren't being obnoxious enough already, he tips his head back and laughs. ]

Why, you'd have a riot on your hands if you put someone as angelic as I am in harms way.