[ Seeing Louis start to tear up only makes Lestat's eyes prickle in return, and where a normal man might have been reluctant to allow the evening to peak with the two of them standing on a patio and weeping in each other's arms, Lestat is far from a normal man.

He kisses his hands again, as though he might need to recall the exact shape and feel of them against his mouth at a later date in some crucial moment. His spirit feels so light, his body almost weightless, to hear that Louis has a reason to forego his usual melancholy reminiscing... and he feels especially happy to know that the reason is him. ]

An angel, hm? I'll remember that one the next time you narrow your eyes at me and call me a fiend.

[ He says around a smile, drawing Louis in by those hands enough that he can kiss his mouth and blinking hard to clear his vision. ]

And as for the past, let it be just that. I have no intentions of wasting my second chance with you by thinking too much of what once was.