( Louis' trepidation melts away at the sight of Armand's smile, so rare and sweet and almost innocent that Louis can imagine — perhaps for the first time — what Armand might have looked like as a young mortal man. Armand had always seemed so much older than Louis; even his strange, shocking moments of naïveté were more alien than childish. But this...
... It's touching.
Louis presses against Lestat with a soft almost-smile on his face, looking something like a proud parent might. )
Ah... it's even better than I expected. Thank you, Armand, for indulging my whim.
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... It's touching.
Louis presses against Lestat with a soft almost-smile on his face, looking something like a proud parent might. )
Ah... it's even better than I expected. Thank you, Armand, for indulging my whim.