He nearly forgets to actually plug the recorder in, but manages to to so smoothly and without much fuss. Despite his somewhat calm exterior Daniel can already feel the giddiness inside of him rising, the weird itch he gets to scratch whenever he gets to do this. There's an added layer to this as well: this is Lestat.

Even high, he knows it's probably smarter to play this honestly. It's not like he's got any reason to lie in the first place, and maybe--just maybe--he's more pissed off at Louis than he's ready to admit to himself.

"It's what I do," he answers easily, and with every word he's finding it easy to forget where exactly he is or the situation's danger. He leans forward, interested, passionate, and grabs a cassette box to open it with a satisfying clack. "I'm a journalist--I interview people. Interesting people, people that really make things go, you know? The ones that actually matter." It's hard not to be proud or excited about what he does. One man's arrogance is another's confidence.