Louis has his hand, and that's fine. Lestat keeps it in a negligent hold as he moves out into the hallway, a certain amount of circling around with his gaze fixed on this man.
A broad smile that shows fangs already, subtle but present. Malice, glittering.
"An admirer has sent us a gift basket," he says. There is no particular emphasis on admirer—they have, technically speaking, countless enemies, and they'll have have their tricks. This one has impressive flare, true, an attention to detail that might itch familiar, but all the same, his conclusions begin and end with thinking it unwise to immediately drain this present. He's gotten got that way before, goodness knows.
Roy Travis, meanwhile, sweating, a vein throbbing in his forehead, but some of that initial struggle relaxes. Is forced to relax, his attention still fixed on Daniel.
"You just stood there," he repeats, much calmer than a moment ago, "and you're normally so skilled at seeing what's in front of you."
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A broad smile that shows fangs already, subtle but present. Malice, glittering.
"An admirer has sent us a gift basket," he says. There is no particular emphasis on admirer—they have, technically speaking, countless enemies, and they'll have have their tricks. This one has impressive flare, true, an attention to detail that might itch familiar, but all the same, his conclusions begin and end with thinking it unwise to immediately drain this present. He's gotten got that way before, goodness knows.
Roy Travis, meanwhile, sweating, a vein throbbing in his forehead, but some of that initial struggle relaxes. Is forced to relax, his attention still fixed on Daniel.
"You just stood there," he repeats, much calmer than a moment ago, "and you're normally so skilled at seeing what's in front of you."