[ Sometimes, one can tell how another will receive compliments. He didn't think Lestat would mind. A momentary glance is passed to the hand on his shoulder, but Hob doesn't flinch or tense up, and he doesn't object to it being there.
The description of what he expected earns a soft chuckle under his breath. ]
Maybe something like that. Perhaps in another life, then. Before there were rock stars.
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The description of what he expected earns a soft chuckle under his breath. ]
Maybe something like that. Perhaps in another life, then. Before there were rock stars.