[ Lestat thinks to chuckle at such a revelation, but the idea really does make him want to laugh, so he lets it out loudly rather than holding back. ]

Well, I hope you won't try to bury me, Mademoiselle. I am blessed with the same dark gift, you see. Though I still have a pulse, and I still walk and talk and think, in all other ways I am dead.

[ He won't mention the specifics of his particular brand of being undead just yet - the part about feeding on humans - because she hadn't mentioned it in her description, and bringing it up so casually might be a little staggering all at once. ]