[ Midnight's... curbed his expectations for Lestat, of course, and he knows better than to assume that Louis was any different, but he still blinks, shakes his head a little in the aftermath of that little revelation. In spite of his efforts not to assume anything... It doesn't mean he was expecting Louis was a vampire either. ]

Well, yourself certainly. Mr. Lestat had his username, but you... You've kept it well enough to yourself.

[ Midnight laughs softly, looking down at Louis, measured, but not on his guard. Not yet. If Lestat isn't the sort to come off like a vampire, Louis is even less vampire-like than Midnight himself. It's less the fantastic powers and horrors of the old wives' tales and more the personality that tends to come with it. Midnight's not sure, but he's seen enough to know that he feels safe, at least.

Safe with a vampire. It's a concept Midnight isn't well acquainted with. ]

Explains a bit why I kept seeing the pair of you at night... Those are rumors in my world, that the light of the sun burns us and so on. [ ... ] They're more than stories for you, aren't they?

[ Midnight's asked enough people about other depictions of vampires to realize that, for some worlds, the old stereotypes may be true. ]