[ Lestat's hand finds a comfortable place to rest just above Louis' hip, keeping him against him, the squeeze he applies there perhaps a reassurance or silent thanks for this. Despite his wobble earlier, Lestat considers this a much more favourable outcome than them simply letting Armand wriggle out of their attention and watching him disappear into the crowd.

How like Louis it is, too, to take the blame for the rocky sea of their coming together. Lestat considers assuring him that the whim wasn't his, but.. if this handsome looking photo is the product, Lestat doesn't think it such a bad thing to be to blame for. ]

Agreed. It's the most content I've ever seen the two of you look.

[ He can't resist the tease, the little pinched grin that says he knows full well how cheeky he's being, and then he looks up at Armand with something a little more genuine. ]

Yes, thank you, Armand. You're free to go, should you wish it. Though I'd recommend you change beforehand. We saw someone try to steal a prize earlier, and I don't think you'd find the consequences too amusing.