"I have means, why should I not live within them?"
Lestat turns on the lamps in the living room and turns off the harsher, brighter overhead lights. He enjoys a certain softer ambiance, but finds it hard to shun light entirely. He sits in a plush arm chair and crosses his legs. As his fingers tap on the arm, it's evident by the purse of his lips that something is on his mind.
"Was there someone else with Louis, when you went to his home? A teenage girl?"
Naturally if Claudia is still hanging around, it will make things harder. He can't imagine that a mere three decades would separate her and Louis, though, given the way she had buried herself in his heart and the way the two of them clung to one another.
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Lestat turns on the lamps in the living room and turns off the harsher, brighter overhead lights. He enjoys a certain softer ambiance, but finds it hard to shun light entirely. He sits in a plush arm chair and crosses his legs. As his fingers tap on the arm, it's evident by the purse of his lips that something is on his mind.
"Was there someone else with Louis, when you went to his home? A teenage girl?"
Naturally if Claudia is still hanging around, it will make things harder. He can't imagine that a mere three decades would separate her and Louis, though, given the way she had buried herself in his heart and the way the two of them clung to one another.