"No," is honest, if not accurate. It's hard to make out in the blood soaked rumpled state of his clothing, but there are tears here and there, evidence of scratches and bites, a pattern in the blood staining his face where she managed to get him across the cheek with some claws, but even a quick study will show the skin has healed already.

Superficial, unimportant. Lestat indulges the gesture by gripping Louis' hands, impressing upon him the truth of his words. "I'm alright, Louis. She wasn't much of a challenge after you were done with her."

Fond. Pleased, even. A formidable fledgling. His children are all great, actually, contrary to popular belief.

"We make a good team, non?"

See, isn't it so, the wisdom of all of them together? There is still a little glitch in him fretting that Louis was left alone for even this brief moment in time, that Louis went to it so willingly, but for now, Lestat can lift their tangled hands and smear a bloodied little kiss against Louis' knuckles, before he sets on the shackles in earnest.

"Hold still, now," as he gets his fingers beneath the metal. Focuses, and a sharp crack of breaking metal parts chimes brightly in the limited space. Lestat lets out a relieved breath, going for the second.