"That too," breezily, at Louis' suggestion. An artful splay of his fingers, cigarette still caught securely as Lestat explains, "But I require a visual medium as accompaniment."

Otherwise, what a travesty.

A thoughtful hum after the concept of a rock musical, blowing a stream of smoke skywards as he considers. "What was the first song for Jesus Christ Superstar?" That he looks to Louis is perhaps the wrong direction. "That one begins mid-adventures, skips the Christmas era. And anyway," a shrug, "a vampire's story only properly begins when they are made."

(Triangulation. Another pair wait in a car a block in another direction, and at a psychic summon, they slither out from it, silent compared to the slam of metal doors which is, anyway, lost in a city that does not sleep.)

"Pyrotechnics," thinking out loud. A little morbid, but he's allowed.