Lestat's business outside is quick enough. He misses the convenience of the incinerator, but real estate crowded every corner in this modern cities. Modern problems required modern solutions, and Lestat had quickly learned the waste disposal schedules. He knew that the body of the young man he threw in the dumpster would be collected by dawn, by the massive trucks that compacted all the trash and any evidence of a death would be crushed along with the refuse of San Francisco. Crude, but efficient.

There's not even a drop of blood on Lestat as he makes his way back into the bar. He's not surprised to see Daniel there waiting, and he isn't really all that surprised to notice that something about Daniel seems a little ... Altered. It's the nature of the people who frequent this place. He'll have to learn just what it is that Daniel pollutes his body with.

"I think we should take our leave. The bar has grown stuffy."