Lestat has moved off a little to create some more space. Perches on the arm of a chair, arms wrapped around himself. Unhelpful, shutting down, yes, perhaps so. Sulking, most definitely.

A minor flinch in it at all at the vitriol, even directed as it is at Daniel. Louis' talent for making him feel so selfish for wanting things to be better for them, for him, mixed in with all the times he really was being selfish. No sense of delineation.

He doesn't interrupt, here. There is a ghost of things he has said before, tried before, in Daniel's punchier approach. Perhaps it will do. The man got a whole book out of Louis. Lestat has a track record of years of silence.