"And so you just interview people because you enjoy living vicariously through the lives of others?" Lestat's eyebrows raise, and his expression turns thin-lipped and wide as he seems to silently judge the notion. "What is the intended purpose for such things? Flattered though I am that you consider me a person who matters."

Daniel can continue to repeat the words like a mantra all he wants. I'm a journalist, it's what I do seems to be the only defining personality trait Daniel has and the spark of amusement Lestat felt at the bar is starting to dim. Boring. Nosey. A man whose own life likely lacks so much that he must find fulfillment through others.

"Do you believe that Louis makes things go, as you put it? You do not need to answer me, you've thought about the moment so often now that I know exactly what you were seeking under the guise of doing your job." Lestat waves a hand dismissively. "But your intention is still a bit clouded to me. Is his tale to go to print or was your scheme for a fix so elaborate that you lost the plot of your own plan?"