[ Lestat's expression goes a little pained at the quiet admittance, and the hand squeezing his like that. He tries to think back to the time of recording and wonders if he ever imagined Louis listening to it, hearing his words, listening to his truth as clear-cut as it could be while still making the song sound good. It had been his intention for other vampires to hear, of course, but Louis? He supposes that he might have, would have recognised his name and sampled the album, for certain.. but perhaps that he'd not allowed himself to hope that Louis might find meaning in it, let alone comfort. ]

[ He opens his mouth before he's formed a thought to make into words, and then Louis speaks again, and Lestat finds himself uncharacteristically speechless. The laugh he eventually lets out is almost a sound of relief, but his eyebrows twitch as if he's confused. ]

What a strange thing to give to you. This place must have intended to torture you with it, and I suppose it served its purpose, in a way. [ He smiles, leans in to press their foreheads together oh so briefly. ] They never took into consideration how dearly you love to suffer, my beautiful one.