( Louis is easily flustered, particularly when it comes to brash, handsome men misbehaving in his general vicinity. He gets a helpless sort of look on his face at the wink and the too-charming words, and the swooping feeling in his stomach feels something like missing a stair. Eloquent as he can be at times, flirtation isn't something that comes naturally — at least, not intentionally.

He's grateful when Lestat chimes in and gives him a moment to recover, but then the brush of his arm sets Louis' heart knocking against his ribs again. He hesitates a moment, uncertain, then presses back against him just a fraction. It's reassuring, despite Lestat taking delight in his interpersonal agonies. )

The nightlife in this city is lacking, ( Louis admits, his cheeks flushed, ) and I'm hardly what they call a social butterfly. It's much too quiet here with only the sound of our own voices for company.