Lestat lingers in place, likewise waiting to see what he himself is going to do. Daniel doesn't dismiss him, which is a little like an invitation in the absence of one. A step forwards, and another, and then meandering to the arrangement of lounge furniture. Steps with one long leg over an arm to lever himself onto the seats.

Lands to lay down across the cushions with the resigned gravity of a Great Dane, sigh and all. His hair kind of gets in his face so he's forced to fix that, but then goes still.

"How was your night."

And besides, if a conversation occurs that he doesn't feel is personally productive to himself, he can always become catatonic.