Lestat is bid to follow along, which he does, his hand playing against Louis' where it brushes his knuckles. And then continues on his way. Not, in this case, an instance of petty posturing, unable to cope without being the centre of attention, so much as simply being contrary. A little dance.

It's a big and empty hall, besides. They can hear each other just fine.

"Maybe it's irritating on purpose," on his way, regarding the draped canvas. He has a vested interest in this practice, after all. For now, his eye catches on another large display, moving to go consider it for himself.