Lestat's awfully expressive. Daniel follows the way his eyebrows raise, takes in the blunt but flippant way the other speaks, elegant in his sudden petulance. Lestat doesn't like when he doesn't have immediate answers. Fair, Daniel supposes. What he doesn't appreciate is how that flippancy is directed towards him. There's something off in the way the other talks, too, something the younger man can't exactly put a finger on or place quite yet. He slides the cassette into the recorder, finger lightly on the play button but not pressing it down, and purposefully looks over with the express intent to make eye contact with Lestat after he finishes speaking.

The vampire's read his mind. It's a sharp, piercing reminder that Lestat is an apex predator, senses keen and alert in ways beyond Daniel's full comprehension. He's reminded once more that honesty is the best policy, and offers a slight smile. It's humourless.

"He did the same thing you just did just now, only he offered some to me." Is that a trick Lestat taught Louis go do? Read minds? Is Lestat aware he's echoing his former lover? The only reason Daniel's hand doesn't reflexively move to his bitten neck is because it's still hovering over the record button. He inhales slightly.

"A wealthy, good looking guy in Polynesian Mary's that I've never clocked before reading my mind and asking if I want drugs? I asked if he was a narc, he responded he was a vampire, the rest..." He shrugs offhandedly. It's history. Louis had been absolute catnip for someone like Daniel.

"He didn't seem to have a very high opinion of you."