"I've extended an invitation to those who object to my collaboration with Daniel," Louis corrects, a precursor to the answer: "I had the pleasure of entertaining one of my detractors this evening."

How is he?

Oddly unsettled by the thought of the two of them in a room. The phone is a miracle of technology, but it is inadequate in this moment.

Louis turns from the skyline, the slants of sunlight, to look around once more. The new furniture, plush yellow upholsery, the flowering plant blooming on the table. The progress made in reorienting his home, reminding himself that he lives here.

Daniel and Lestat feel very far from this room.

"I'm unharmed," is the answer. "It was a short conversation."