( Louis feels, as he often does with Lestat, like he's gotten in over his head, but he isn't about to back down when he's the one who started this game in the first place. Lestat's reactions aren't what he'd expected, though he couldn't honestly say that he'd expected anything, so much as he'd acted on impulse. A whim. Rather Lestat-esque behavior, from someone who is rarely prone to such things.
The hand on Lestat's heart shifts by just a few inches, toward the center of his chest, where the chain of his pendant dangles in a long V — so enticing and so perfectly-suited to Louis' purposes that it almost seems intentional. Slowly, Louis winds the chain around his fingers, until it's tight enough that the tips of his fingers are just touching Lestat's collar. Louis can feel his heartbeat in his cheeks, in his throat, in his wrists beneath the cuffs of his shirt. )
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The hand on Lestat's heart shifts by just a few inches, toward the center of his chest, where the chain of his pendant dangles in a long V — so enticing and so perfectly-suited to Louis' purposes that it almost seems intentional. Slowly, Louis winds the chain around his fingers, until it's tight enough that the tips of his fingers are just touching Lestat's collar. Louis can feel his heartbeat in his cheeks, in his throat, in his wrists beneath the cuffs of his shirt. )
Heel.