[ Lestat laughs, full of delight, but he's nodding his head like Louis just said something he agrees with wholeheartedly. It isn't the reason and they both know it, not entirely at least, but to have Louis so playful like this is too good an opportunity to let go of so soon. ]

Oh yes, mon cher. You know, don't you, how I love to surround myself with beautiful things? How could I resist your angelic face and your kind heart?

[ He squeezes his hand, just once. It's not entirely a lie, but he doesn't need to tell Louis that. It feels almost unnatural for them to be talking and teasing one another so casually about things that once caused pain and resentment to reflect on... but, he supposes, this is a good thing now; perhaps this means that the both of them are healing, that their foundations are to be more solid from here out. He hopes so. ]