Lestat, of course, lives in a more discerning part of the city. Outside the bar, he gets them a cab, and on the drive he makes polite small talk to fill the silence. Mostly it's commentary on people they pass by, or something that reminds him of France, or asking the cab driver to change the music.

The building Lestat's chosen to rent rooms in is an elegant relic from earlier in the century. It still boasts it's fine art deco facade and an impressive courtard, and a doorman to greet them in a lobby that's tiled in marble. Lestat's room is a penthouse near the top floor, with a balcony that overlooks the heart of the city. He motions generally to the flat once they step inside.

"Please, make yourself at home. The bar cart should be stocked enough to your liking."