[ Lestat actually smacks himself on the forehead in a silly little duh kind of movement. In all honesty, the painting revelation had been one of those additions to Dorian's story that sounded so ridiculous and fanciful that Lestat's mind had hardly latched onto it - a portrait that keeps the one pictured alive and unmarked by wounds, after all, sounds like something out of a storybook - and Lestat had found himself much more distracted by the other topics they'd been talking about to hold onto it too tightly at the time. Sorry, Dorian. ]

Oh, the painting! Of course! [ He wafts his hand in the air as if he'd forgotten to take the washing off the line rather than forgetting the existence (or lack, thereof) of the thing keeping his immortal friend alive. ] Well, it isn't like you can permanently die here, either, is it? This place just brings you back. Does it feel that much different from having the painting do that for you?

[ So easy for someone who's only died once - arguably twice - to say. ]