Lestat has sunken back down to sit where he was before, Daniel's phone still in hand and held out to facilitate the conversation.

Something uniquely frustrating to be a participant in a conversation between the two people who engineered this particular crisis to begin with. To drag his name into it as well. Oh, part of him is thrilled by it, is tempted to cackle at the absurdity, see what part of the mess he can make bigger himself—

Then there's the other part, clinging to each measured word coming through the phone. Impenetrable glass. This part is sulking, mainly.

"I can come to Dubai," is probably not what Daniel was looking for. "If you're going to be stubborn, and despite how much I have going on."

Something self-aware in the midst of the scatteredness. He will only have something going on if he chooses to. Right now, nothing tethers him anywhere, save a special interest in keeping at least two vampires alive.