[ Lestat catches that face, and for a moment he wonders what could have brought on such a reaction from Louis in such a place as this - shining, dazzling, overstimulating at a perfect level that only just starts to crawl under the skin when one stands still for too long - until Louis drags his attention away and the expression softens. Ah. ]

Mm, it's all quite spectacular, isn't it? It almost gives me a headache. My eyes are so sensitive now. I hope you don't mind.

[ He says it conversationally, as though he hadn't noticed that face and as if he hadn't figured out by a simple process of elimination what it could have been because of. They are making an effort to be honest with one another now, aren't they? Lestat will save them the embarrassment of having a heart-to-heart about the exact ways in which his body is different from the one that made Louis, but he's determined to not let the little things slide any longer. ]

I'm sure we can find something to lend to your particular set of talents. They certainly seem to cater to all types. [ He looks around curiously and then, impish: ] Perhaps some kind of competitive fire starting. You've always been very good at that.

[ Too soon? ]