[ Lestat shrugs, holding his little corsage of tulips and baby's breath aloft so he can get a good look at it from all angles before he attaches the ribbon with a deft movement of his hand. ]

I think they are a little dated, but I quite like the classics. Some say things get better with age. I can't help but agree.

[ In stark contrast to this stranger, Lestat has absolutely no clue if the person he's talking to is supernatural or not. What he does know is that he isn't a vampire, and so the mystery of who and what he is what keeps Lestat's interest. Even if it does turn out that he is just a human, Lestat wouldn't exactly call that a disappointment. Humans are his favourite, after all.

Quite suddenly, he hops bodily over the workbench with some ridiculously unnecessary flourish of limbs and approaches his new companion with clear curiosity. ]

You're aiming to show love and not friendship then, and you want to be quite hip too. [ He says the word 'hip' like he's delighted by getting the chance to use it in a sentence. ] Have you any feelings on carnations? They're quite adaptable by way of colour, depending on the depth of the relationship.