Baiting or cornering, Lestat's focus on Louis has all the expectation for reprisal, feeling as much as seeing or hearing the bloodless tension in the other vampire's hands, a sense of restraint that makes him want to shake loose whatever is being held back from him. Go, then, say it, say whatever it is, Lestat's sneer seems to say.

Ignores Daniel at first, or seems to, holding Louis' intent focus right up until that Okay?, and Lestat wavers.

His look over to Daniel has gone traitorously glossy, rose-tinged. In the secondhand account of arguments with Lestat, there was never an awful lot of if you're unhappy, we can change things in either direction, and he tenses against it as he had tensed against the transaction of kindnesses in a mobile store.

Restless, arms folding once again. "Is it not so? Without any throats to demonstrably tear open." Sulkier, now, a little flick of his hand. "I do not want to eavesdrop to learn things. And there would have been nothing I could hear if you were both fit enough to speak in your minds."

A sore point. And there is, of course, another element to all of this, but he finds himself guarding it jealously (ha) once more.