Louis' thumb runs back and forth across the inside of Lestat's wrist throughout the ordeal of song changing.

"Would you set it up?" first, to Daniel, before: "I like this. The song."

And the solo, presumably. Louis is no musician, but he had shared a roof with Lestat for thirty years.

And then long decades of silence. A thought that blips across the surface of his mind, there and gone again as Louis continues:

"If I'm a convenience to the Talamasca, perhaps Sam could give us some insight as to how we could leverage that. I don't imagine the landscape has gone unnoticed."