( Louis' hand falls to Lestat's wrist where he's tugging at his hem. It's a tentative touch, some lingering sense of propriety or shyness forcing him to make the next step deliberate. He skims his fingers lightly up Lestat's arm, feeling the material of his jacket approvingly. )

Have you missed playing valet for me?

( Oh, he's only teasing, but it sounds more sentimental than he meant it to. He lowers his eyelashes demurely, and gives a subtle nod of permission. )

Very well. I ought to give you something, since you went to all this trouble for my sake.