It's disarming. Louis is quiet. Let's his fingers wander across the photos left on the tabletop. Which of these would Lestat like? Which of them would please him?
They are all of Paris.
"Alright," comes over the line. Soft. Fond. "I'll pick one out for you."
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It's disarming. Louis is quiet. Let's his fingers wander across the photos left on the tabletop. Which of these would Lestat like? Which of them would please him?
They are all of Paris.
"Alright," comes over the line. Soft. Fond. "I'll pick one out for you."