[ Lestat is honestly surprised that he isn't pushed away, and in sheer delight he treats himself by pressing a fleeting kiss to Louis' cheek as he speaks. His words are strangely alluring like this, the two of them pressed so close together and whispering sweet nothings to one another.

Lestat can't quite unsee the mental image of the limo still, even now, but there's also the stark memory of Louis' blood against his tongue from a few days ago.. and he has to try very meaningfully to not think of it, especially given how he'd reacted at the time, and their current proximity and.. location. Anyway. ]

I would love nothing more than to play alongside you. The perfect musical components are made in duos, you know; a frontman and a lead guitarist to keep him on the melody, or his drummer to keep him on the beat…

[ He nuzzles his nose in the hair that curls over Louis' ear, eyes trained on him even from this closeness, his smile only a little sly because.. well, despite his teasing, being so close to Louis in a place where everyone has told him all evening that he and Louis seem like an item in some way or another, is quite nice. ]

Do you hope I've written songs for you that I never had the heart to release?