His wounds have stopped bleeding in the time between taking Louis' blood and now. A human should probably worry about some of these injuries, contamination, continued damage while left untreated. A vampire can ignore them well enough until he has a chance to sleep it off.

Lestat has left off his lean against Louis' leg for the sake of practicality, feeling a little like he has just slept deeply and is only now fuzzily awake, senses sharpening for the prospect of a meal. Lifting his head as Daniel enters, then turning slightly in the direction he knows these mortals to be. He can listen to their little panicked heartbeats from here.

"I can find them where they are," he decides. The world's easiest hunt, but he'll take it.