Lestat's expression is agreeable, and then, a nose wrinkle at the notion of panda blood jell-o. An upgrade from rat? Maybe. Fancy rat.

He is otherwise reaching for his headphones and device as Daniel speaks, fiddling with them both of them to ensure they are pairing properly. He will indulge in something appropriately melancholic and stretch out on the seating, or perhaps start working his way through Daniel's recommendations, and try not to worry about whether his cellphone can receive calls while he is using it for music.

"I am sure he has not given up reading," he says, all the while. A glance up, a gesture with his phone, faint amusement mingled with exasperation. "Except in the situation of your book, apparently."

Because it is easier to tease them about it than actually look at that for any length of time. Back to scrolling his somewhat disorganised playlists.