[ Lestat is pushed away and he goes easily, reforming into his casual rock star pose like a stretchy toy pulling back into place. He doesn't let any emotion show on his face besides a simple earnestness, but his eyes look a little brighter, some of the sparkle in them strangely more pronounced as he looks at her. ]

I wasn't under the impression we'd meet again to have the chance to discuss it, chérie.

[ He taps a finger against the wall he leans on. ]

Or that I'd want to.

Usually I only see the beautifully mundane in the blood, something and nothing, fleeting mortal life... Not something so harrowing, nothing that might move me that way. I didn't realise I'd need to warn you, and assumed that if I had, you might not be interested. It was selfish of me, but I am a selfish creature at heart.

[ It won't surprise him if she doesn't forgive him, so he won't apologise with words. At least then they can both leave with their pride. ]