Oh, are we no longer tempted by excess, mon ami? [ His eyes slide over Dorian’s face, and his lips. ] You’ll be at it all night if you keep sipping at it like that. And who said anything about a bartender?

[ Lestat leans his arm down, grasping blindly at the small array of bottles with pouring tops attached. He scoops one up, and brandishes it before Dorian. ]

This one, tell me what this one is and what it tastes like – are there any cocktails you’d make with it?