There is a flicker of surprise out of Lestat that his answer appears to actually be helpful in identifying which rectangle he should be purchasing, or being bought. He gives a quiet and somehow still French sounding 'mnh' at Daniel's announcement of his good fortune. Very well, then.
The perusing continues, extends beyond the displays of cellphones. Or ~portables~. Screens everywhere, shiny metal, impossible light, a susurrus of electricity. His attention snags on something—or someones. Two young women, faces painted as if they were going on stage somewhere, one in cheap leopard print and the other with a wave of turquoise hair. Not an unfamiliar sight by now, but the kind that draws his focus.
A relatable question: does he want to be like them or just eat them?
It's a fleeting distraction, and Daniel is easily able to snatch it back. He gets a pivot for his troubles, reflective purple lenses, a smile. "Very okay," Lestat says. "The most okay. Thank you." His turn finishes, back on track.
The truth: he feels a messy tangle of things, knots that catch at anything. It had been very quiet, New Orleans. He had made it so.
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The perusing continues, extends beyond the displays of cellphones. Or ~portables~. Screens everywhere, shiny metal, impossible light, a susurrus of electricity. His attention snags on something—or someones. Two young women, faces painted as if they were going on stage somewhere, one in cheap leopard print and the other with a wave of turquoise hair. Not an unfamiliar sight by now, but the kind that draws his focus.
A relatable question: does he want to be like them or just eat them?
It's a fleeting distraction, and Daniel is easily able to snatch it back. He gets a pivot for his troubles, reflective purple lenses, a smile. "Very okay," Lestat says. "The most okay. Thank you." His turn finishes, back on track.
The truth: he feels a messy tangle of things, knots that catch at anything. It had been very quiet, New Orleans. He had made it so.
"Do you love him?"
Just wondering.