Daniel can't help himself. He laughs again at Lestat's words, face brightening considerably.

"Something like that. A book, maybe. You're more than a puff piece in a newspaper, that's for sure." And the issue of Louis. Daniel tilts his head to the side for a moment, and finally his hand moves away from the tape recorder and back to the pack of cigarettes he'd been reaching for a short moment ago. He sticks one between his lips casually as he talks, again defaulting to honesty. It's working so far. Lestat's easy enough to read, anyway. He keeps his voice light and information--just casual facts, nothing accusatory.

"Louis and I spent a while talking. Hours, days. It's hard to tell." he'd been euphoric, hopped up on drugs and lust and the feel of Louis' teeth puncturing his neck. It had felt greater than any high he'd experienced. The whole thing had been a maddening, heavenly fever dream, a whirling dervish that Daniel would do again in a heartbeat.

Maybe that's why he's so adamant to interview Lestat. Maybe it's not just the bite. Daniel uses a cheap lighter to light his Camel cigarette, shortly exchanging the bic in his right hand for the glass he'd poured earlier.

"And at the end," he confesses, "he got upset. Took my tapes."