Or some tender thing beneath that. Aware of his own failings. Of his persistent aversion to killing that Daniel does not share.
So Daniel and Lestat eat together. Easily, perhaps, without any of the reluctance or argument that had come to mark Lestat and Louis' shared hunting trips. A sore spot, struck unexpectedly.
"Yes," echoed, leaving the question of drinks to his arrival. Pivoting away with, "Would you let me take you to an opera, if I can find a suitable production in the city?"
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A pause, where Louis feels some absurd twinge of—
Envy?
Jealousy.
Or some tender thing beneath that. Aware of his own failings. Of his persistent aversion to killing that Daniel does not share.
So Daniel and Lestat eat together. Easily, perhaps, without any of the reluctance or argument that had come to mark Lestat and Louis' shared hunting trips. A sore spot, struck unexpectedly.
"Yes," echoed, leaving the question of drinks to his arrival. Pivoting away with, "Would you let me take you to an opera, if I can find a suitable production in the city?"