[ Armand makes a face, drops his hand and viciously resists the urge to fold his arms over his chest - not seeking modesty, but feeling somewhat uncomfortable in so little clothing - especially in public. Though his cheeks do pinken at the attention, the blush only just visible against his pale skin in the dimness of the hallway. ]

Oh hush. You are not as funny as you think you are..

[ He huffs out an indignant breath, eyeing Lestat's jacket and then casting his gaze about them. ]

Surely you've been here once before - have you been drawn here again on purpose or by accident?