Lestat has resettled with a hand casually draping Louis' shoulder when some man walks over. The distracted glance his way has some amount of deeply engrained aristocracy to it, a silent question as to why this peasant has decided to stumble his way into their area, prepared to simply deliver the kind of psychic backhand that would leave them in peace—

But oh, an insult, fired broadly at the pair they make, he thinks, picking up on sentiment without need for the precision. Lestat's expression quickly blooms with delighted malice as he squares a look on this person he doesn't recognise. Delivers a pulse of force of personality that has a way of making people's blood pressures do funny things.

"Are you certain you wouldn't like him to stay?" is said to Daniel as he looks the meat up and down.