[ Lestat isn't surprised, somehow, when Will says he's infected by something. He's a little troubled that Will isn't sure and that it seems rather vague, because he himself has been in a similar state of being changed and not being able to find anyone alive to tell him why, so he knows damn well how isolating that can be... but if anything, it only makes him want to put his arms protectively around Will all the more.

When he says such sweet, heartfelt things about how glad he is to know him and uses that word — 'good'; that accursed word, that word that makes Lestat feel flayed open and delicate and like he could weep and never stop — Lestat feels his heart beat desperately against his ribs, and his hands tighten ever so slightly on Will's shoulders, as though he'd like nothing better than to bask in the moment for the rest of time, until he believes that such a thing could be true, that he could be good and it could be easy.

But he pushes all that aside to nod, touched by Will's consideration for Louis in all this. ]

I am on my own schedule, it seems. I think Ghost knows all to well at this point that I am a force all of my own, and that any attempt to control me would be a sheer waste of time. She's very practical in that way. [ A little shrug. ] Louis is busy with his own responsibilities, but I'll collar him for a dance or two later on. Despite living together, I still find it quite hard to be without him for too long.

[ A fond little look, but nevertheless Lestat nods eagerly. ]

I would love a dance with you, monsieur. I'm certain he won't mind.