Maybe Louis would have insisted more stridently. It's hard to know what Lestat would have said. Likely a denial. Maybe something else. Lestat is hurt and Louis' blood will do nothing for him, but rest might.

Either way, it doesn't matter what he would or wouldn't have said. The moment passes.

Daniel reappears. Louis' gaze cuts from Lestat to him, turning that incisive study away from Lestat's profile to Daniel's face.

Eyebrows raise. Inviting clarity. Inviting whatever it is that Daniel is going to say, because Louis knows him. He knows Daniel has something else to say, always.