Armand.

( Louis says his name warmly, grateful for his quiet and familiar presence. )

I'm so glad you came. It's all too much for my tastes, of course, but you know Lestat... it could be worse.

I had forgotten the significance of the date.

( A shrug and a little smile. He sets his champagne flute on the bar, eyes flitting curiously to the package in Armand's arms. A gift? He doesn't want to ask outright, but he can't hide the curiosity on his expressive face. )