[ Lestat is more than thoroughly enjoying the evening, standing idly by the crowd, losing himself to the lights and sounds and feeling of a crowd around him after what feels like so long. He's swaying ever so slightly to the music, his eyes unfocused; so when Armand appears at his side it's more of a surprise to see him than it might typically be. That, and Lestat hasn't seen Armand outside the confines of his own apartment for over a month now. With good reason, of course, but nevertheless it's still good to see him approaching what Lestat would call normal. And doing it looking so good, too. ]

They certainly have. Quite a marvel. I find myself unable to look away from it.

[ He's looking at Armand in the same way, his smile warm. He's clearly glad to see him. ]

You look enchanting. Are you here alone, or have you bewitched some poor thing to attend with you?

[ Back to normal, indeed. ]