Somewhere in Manhattan, there is an up and coming lawyer who is trying to figure out whether vampires are real and one is in fact speaking to her in her brain at strange hours of night, instructing her towards the inherited portfolios of the old French firm and preparing them for his eventual arrival, or she's insane, and doesn't know which one she would prefer. The paperwork is shaking out, though.

Here, Lestat does not look overly assured for the news that the vampire world has found, at last, a commonality, and that is trying to kill Louis. They just made up, after all.

(Jingle-jangle? It's true, Louis is so cool.)

"You must entertain the idea that what you are hearing is what they desire you to hear, chéri. And it would be nothing at all for you to empty this one's mind of information before you send your message."

If he is two point four seconds away from flipping out, it's disguised in his voice, earnest appeal.