[ Lestat's smile curls, seemingly self-satisfied, though he can feel his heartbeat starting to quicken with earnest delight; if this could be a solace for Dorian, even for a little, then perhaps it would be less tempting to let him see what a taste of the blood would allow. ]

The guitar, or the drums, perhaps... The electric guitar, for certain. Do you know, they even have programs on the electric keyboard now, where each key you press can sound like another instrument? A fascinating feature, though not quite as satisfying as playing the thing for real.

[ He studies Dorian's hands, dextrous and finely made, strong. ]

I could teach you. Though I've never had any formal training myself, I'm quite good. As you saw.