He would like to greet Louis. To move across the room, take him into his arms. But there is something like an emanating fuck off aura about him that may take more navigation, and Lestat flicks his attention to the mortal being puppeted to his feet. An approving twinge at the corner of his mouth.

Well, shades of Armand, maybe, but it is a power Louis possesses, granted to him by Lestat, and why shouldn't he use it?

"I've been very greedy," he says, a tip of his head. "Neither of you have eaten, have you." A trace of dark humour. "We could split it."