A quiet, breath of laughter, affectionate in the way it might be teasing.
"You're being so serious," Lestat says, hooking the photo against his palm so he can bring up one finger to tap a touch to Louis' chin. He can feel that earnest leniency behind the question. Louis and his deliberate deciding to be fine with whatever Lestat might commit to a record.
But, to answer his question, "Not all, yes, but some. The best ones."
Settling that hand and the photograph it carries back onto his lap. "You're an inspiring muse. Perhaps when you get back into your photography," spoken as an inevitability, now that Louis is free from the shadow of a most boorish gremlin, and also a little hair toss to accompany his claim, "I shall grant you the same favour. I am missing from your art."
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"You're being so serious," Lestat says, hooking the photo against his palm so he can bring up one finger to tap a touch to Louis' chin. He can feel that earnest leniency behind the question. Louis and his deliberate deciding to be fine with whatever Lestat might commit to a record.
But, to answer his question, "Not all, yes, but some. The best ones."
Settling that hand and the photograph it carries back onto his lap. "You're an inspiring muse. Perhaps when you get back into your photography," spoken as an inevitability, now that Louis is free from the shadow of a most boorish gremlin, and also a little hair toss to accompany his claim, "I shall grant you the same favour. I am missing from your art."