"They'd be for you."

All the more reason for them to be better. More than what his limited ability could provide.

Louis' eyes drop to their linked fingers.

"I'd like to please you," Louis tells him. A thing unearthed in him, this desire. Still inside him even now. What a pleasure it is to offer Lestat the things Louis is certain he will enjoy.

But photos. There is something fraught in that.

"Ask me again when you've finished your compositions. We'll see."

See if Louis can bear to give him something less than art.