Louis thinks better, instantly of blunt summation of why.

But, working that soft cloth up along Lestat's neck, Louis considers coming at the question another way. Get near to the same truth.

"He asked for it, when we first met."

How many vampires do?

"He was too reckless then. Too young to understand the price he'd be paying for what intrigued him."

Unlikely that Daniel would use those words to describe his youthful shortcomings.

Louis' knuckles graze skin. He sighs.

"He's grown since. He's stubborn and insightful and curious. I thought he'd make the most of the Gift."

A soft swipe of cloth down over Lestat's shoulder as Louis tells him, "And I wanted him to live."

Maybe Lestat could relate.