( Louis nods thoughtfully. Idly, he thinks of how strange it is to hear Daniel's name; he had spent a decade in Louis' mind as nothing but the young reporter boy, almost more of an event in his life than an actual person. He'd wondered often what happened to the boy after the interview was published, but Louis never dreamed that he would ever actually see him again, much less freshly-turned and in the company of Armand, of all people. )

Yes... I was with Lestat until he went out on that stage. I remember the size of the crowd, the mass of human beings, how the roar of their voices seemed to blend into one great entity. Something like a swarm of insects. I've never seen anything so— ( He laughs softly at the unintentional wordplay he's stumbling across. ) Alive.

( Oh, but he's nostalgic for the brief flashes of that Halloween night that weren't completely harrowing. He sighs softly. )

... He wanted to give them that. Whatever his other reasons for doing it, it was obvious how he loved making them happy. ( He glances out across the small crowd, wistful. ) We do so little for the mortal world, yet we owe everything to them.