Drawn in closer, Lestat indulges in this full-bodied embrace for some several moments, letting relief shock through his system. The reality of Louis' heart beating, felt against him, the rise and fall of his breathing, the strength in his arms as he holds him in return. He is fine, and she is finished. Wills these things to be true. Pays zero mind to the human thrall that Daniel is shooing away outside.

Slowly eases back. That momentary flash of vision of the metal cuffs returning to him, and Lestat settles on the seat as he goes and collects Louis' wrists to look at. Jaw set, angry, as he carefully feels them over.

Some strange locking mechanism that evades his ability to simply snap them open with his mind. Magnetic, electronic. The material itself, chosen to be resisted by most vampires. Fortunately, Lestat is the world's most special vampire, and he sets about carefully testing the weak points, the hinges.

"I should have finished it slower," he mutters, almost sulky, as if tearing her limb from limb was not punishment enough for this indignity.