[ Lestat sees reason to be afraid in that smile; it’s not blood-thirst, but it’s an enjoyment of battle, and Lestat doesn’t particularly have a great deal of experience with battle… but he is strong and hedonistic, and he’s much too protective of his pride to back out now, even if he’d wanted to. He isn’t afraid, he’s more curious. ]

A favour sounds agreeable to me. It’s settled, then.

[ Lestat casts an eye out amongst the crowd surrounding them, then lazily back to the young man behind the stall. ]

But not here. Ghost worked hard to give the City a nice evening, I won’t be the one to spoil it. You have my network username, don’t you? Contact me on any night of your choosing once the sun has gone down.