( Dryly, to Lestat: ) How generous of you to share.
( Louis rolls his eyes, but there's a great deal of fondness in it, even if his feathers are quite ruffled. He lets out a sigh, and with it some of his irritation seems to leave him. This is a man accepting his fate. )
I suppose it would be rude of me to remain down here, then?
( With a shrug, Louis begins scaling the frame. He's unhurried and graceful (as graceful as a nearly six-foot-tall man climbing a child's playground can be), but it's still quick work. He joins the pair of them, wiping his palms against his dark jeans in a cursory fashion, then offers a gentlemanly bow in greeting, as if trying to salvage the dignity of the situation somehow. )
My name is Louis; my companion, Lestat. ( He nods toward Lestat, though he knows the introductions are more polite than necessary, considering: ) I'm afraid no one's shouted your name for us to overhear...
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( Louis rolls his eyes, but there's a great deal of fondness in it, even if his feathers are quite ruffled. He lets out a sigh, and with it some of his irritation seems to leave him. This is a man accepting his fate. )
I suppose it would be rude of me to remain down here, then?
( With a shrug, Louis begins scaling the frame. He's unhurried and graceful (as graceful as a nearly six-foot-tall man climbing a child's playground can be), but it's still quick work. He joins the pair of them, wiping his palms against his dark jeans in a cursory fashion, then offers a gentlemanly bow in greeting, as if trying to salvage the dignity of the situation somehow. )
My name is Louis; my companion, Lestat. ( He nods toward Lestat, though he knows the introductions are more polite than necessary, considering: ) I'm afraid no one's shouted your name for us to overhear...