There's a small swarm of jealousy inside Lestat. Is this what Louis has given him up for? Not that the stranger isn't handsome, but there isn't anything stand-out about him. Boring, Lestat thinks, save for the fact that he smells faintly like a humid night in Louisiana and that he knows Louis's name. But while the inside storms, the outside stays smiling.

"Let me guess. I should see the other guy?"

The corner of his mouth flicks into an amused look as his fingers reach out to ghost over the other man's bruised up knuckles.