[ Lestat gives her a surprised raise of his eyebrows at that, such a strangely cryptic thing to say and yet so oddly familiar to him. Of course, he thinks of Claudia now, and how she'd never fail to notice subtle - or not so subtle - signs of wealth in those she hunted for, and how she wouldn't leave without securing the spoils for herself. It was necessary, of course, to create the illusion of a mugging concluding with murder, but it never hurt to have one more roll of cash to deposit, or a handsome piece of jewellery to wear. Somehow, he doubts the young woman before him is a bloodthirsty vampire, though. ]
A funeral? [ He asks, looking her up and down very briefly. ] Is that something you have a particular interest in?
[ She doesn't look like anyone in the business of funerals like he's ever seen - they're usually sombre and, well, men. But a morbid youngster interested in the pageantry of death doesn't sound too far fetched. ]
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A funeral? [ He asks, looking her up and down very briefly. ] Is that something you have a particular interest in?
[ She doesn't look like anyone in the business of funerals like he's ever seen - they're usually sombre and, well, men. But a morbid youngster interested in the pageantry of death doesn't sound too far fetched. ]