Maybe that should make him flinch, the word 'hate'. But it's a strange word. Passionate. Different to loathe, disdain, disgust, and maybe Claudia would summon those too, but no, Louis is right, she would hate his pride in her, and the thought draws a fond smile across Lestat's face as he leans into the way Louis holds him around the shoulders.
They would have hunted together. Their hunts prior had always been teacher and student, and then, after that, they were apart from one another. Too much to tolerate. But if things had been different—
They would have hunted together, and well, he thinks. Son petite monstre.
Yes, his eyes prickle, but Lestat distracts himself by bring up a hand and delicately snaring Louis' chin, leaning in to kiss him sweetly next to his mouth. A little too intimate, maybe, for mon ami, but still avoiding the thing they're avoiding.
"I love it," he tells him, tapping a finger where he has them placed before dropping his hand. "Merci. And look how well you captured her."
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They would have hunted together. Their hunts prior had always been teacher and student, and then, after that, they were apart from one another. Too much to tolerate. But if things had been different—
They would have hunted together, and well, he thinks. Son petite monstre.
Yes, his eyes prickle, but Lestat distracts himself by bring up a hand and delicately snaring Louis' chin, leaning in to kiss him sweetly next to his mouth. A little too intimate, maybe, for mon ami, but still avoiding the thing they're avoiding.
"I love it," he tells him, tapping a finger where he has them placed before dropping his hand. "Merci. And look how well you captured her."