[ Lestat is an easy man to charm โ a proffered compliment, a wandering eye, it's all good enough to have him preening like a regal peacock under the attention โ and loves to extend that same charm in return, which can be both a blessing and a curse depending on who is under the heavy weight of that attention. Some enjoy it, some like to be flirted with and enjoy Lestat's admiration and the surprising honesty in his flattery, whereas it puts a false taste in the mouths of some othersโฆ Either way, he's rarely disheartened. All in good fun, and all that.
When Kaveh leans in closer, to get a better look at the embroidery, Lestat boldly takes one of Kaveh's hands by the wrist and encourages him to touch one of the aforementioned needlework flowers. Lestat always sees better with his hands, personally. ]
I must confess that the dark gift that made me what I am is mostly responsible for how easy I find it to pick up new habits and skills with little struggle, as long as it's something I want to do. There are certain things, like technology, that I can't comprehend no matter how much I study, and it's simply because I don't want to. But when I set my mind to it, I'm quite adept. [ He watches Kaveh watch him, a smirk playing around his mouth. ] You know I learned how to read and write in a matter of days after I was turned. Multiple languages, too.
As for the drink, I'm afraid I'm simply too picky to be satisfied with anything made. I won't touch the bottles. Monsieur Midnight would have to find someone willing to open a vein over a glass for me to satisfy my thirst.
[ He titters a little laugh, as if what he's saying is in any way funny rather than kinda traumatic. ]
So it's probably best I, like you, go without for tonight.
[ At the mention of his companion, Lestat casts an eye out across the surrounding crowd to see if he can spot Louis' head over the din, but struggles to. Perhaps he's found some quiet corner or room to catch his breath in for the moment. ]
Of course. We came together. I'm sure you'll run into him before the night is through.
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When Kaveh leans in closer, to get a better look at the embroidery, Lestat boldly takes one of Kaveh's hands by the wrist and encourages him to touch one of the aforementioned needlework flowers. Lestat always sees better with his hands, personally. ]
I must confess that the dark gift that made me what I am is mostly responsible for how easy I find it to pick up new habits and skills with little struggle, as long as it's something I want to do. There are certain things, like technology, that I can't comprehend no matter how much I study, and it's simply because I don't want to. But when I set my mind to it, I'm quite adept. [ He watches Kaveh watch him, a smirk playing around his mouth. ] You know I learned how to read and write in a matter of days after I was turned. Multiple languages, too.
As for the drink, I'm afraid I'm simply too picky to be satisfied with anything made. I won't touch the bottles. Monsieur Midnight would have to find someone willing to open a vein over a glass for me to satisfy my thirst.
[ He titters a little laugh, as if what he's saying is in any way funny rather than kinda traumatic. ]
So it's probably best I, like you, go without for tonight.
[ At the mention of his companion, Lestat casts an eye out across the surrounding crowd to see if he can spot Louis' head over the din, but struggles to. Perhaps he's found some quiet corner or room to catch his breath in for the moment. ]
Of course. We came together. I'm sure you'll run into him before the night is through.