[ Lestat experiences the surreal sensation of both his current companions being very focused on his reactions, and realises with a strange swoop of excitement or perhaps trepidation, that they both have his number quite completely; Dorian might not know what it means, exactly, but he's old enough and wise enough, Lestat thinks, to understand when someone has intentions toward him, even if they haven't been related to the drinking of his blood before. Louis, on the other hand, probably recognised hunger in Lestat before he himself had.

The fact of the matter is that he's dreadfully curious what Dorians' blood holds in it - to know this human who is so similar and yet so far removed from them as vampires, but still the closest thing to a source of understanding as their kind could hope to find in their mortal ties. He's desperate to know, and the fact Dorian hadn't even got to experience the swoon only makes Lestat burn with the desire to show him; for selfish gain, yes, but Dorian would surely enjoy it too, so perhaps not entirely self-serving.

The other problem with reminiscing on the fact is that Lestat can't quite get the sight of Louis' fangs locked around Dorian's throat, pushing deeper as though trying to wring him dry, out of his mind. Phew. Is it getting hot in here?? ]

Monsieur Gray isn't like most mortals, are you, mon ami? [ He tilts his head and regards Dorian, a knowing little smile curling his mouth. ] I think your curiosity alone would prove stronger than any will needed to keep your awareness about you. If you weren't being influenced by something in the first place, that is.