[ Like a petulant child who would rather be doing something for their own stimulation rather than behaving well for their parent, Lestat heaves a very put upon sigh. ]

But neither of us can do such things here, so there's little worth talking about it in any great detail, is there?

[ They've said their piece together, haven't they? Louis has admitted his half misplaced guilt and apologised, and in return Dorian has accepted and reassured him, and the whole thing is done. No hard feelings, probably. Certainly, yes, Louis should have seen something of Dorian's truth in the blood, but even if the mind control had clouded the vision, Louis seems reluctant to bring such things up here, and so Lestat is left feeling slightly... unsatisfied, he supposes is the word for it.

He sighs, looking around idly, then mutters almost to himself: ]

This is the worst party I have ever been to. Everyone seems so miserable.