[ Lestat feels a little foolish, but it's such a foreign feeling to him that it is quickly quashed by his instinct to be defensive. ]
Well, you already know I'm fast from our race, no?
[ He feels a strange kind of energy about him as he stands here, struggling to think of a topic to shift the subject to and all too aware of the rather glaring elephant in the room between them both now. Does he mention it, or does he just continue feeling this anxiety around someone he'd greatly like to consider a friend? He thinks about recent events and the events of his past, about his realisation that saying nothing and hoping for the best so rarely works out in his favour, and the ultimatum drops like a weight in his stomach. ]
Armand is a much different creature than I am, despite our similarities.
[ Lestat wishes he could drink his drink, but he does press the glass to his lips and inhales the powerful scent of cherries. It's slightly soothing, but only slightly. ]
no subject
Well, you already know I'm fast from our race, no?
[ He feels a strange kind of energy about him as he stands here, struggling to think of a topic to shift the subject to and all too aware of the rather glaring elephant in the room between them both now. Does he mention it, or does he just continue feeling this anxiety around someone he'd greatly like to consider a friend? He thinks about recent events and the events of his past, about his realisation that saying nothing and hoping for the best so rarely works out in his favour, and the ultimatum drops like a weight in his stomach. ]
Armand is a much different creature than I am, despite our similarities.
[ Lestat wishes he could drink his drink, but he does press the glass to his lips and inhales the powerful scent of cherries. It's slightly soothing, but only slightly. ]