Lestat looks directly to Louis, holding a heavy, oversized mug of blood. Rachida is already near vanished, the click of her heels the only sign of her before a door closes and she is truly gone.

Louis, streaked in blood and ash. Louis, whose exhaustion is clearer now than it was before the door to this ostensibly safe room closed behind them.

Says nothing, immediately. Looks sideways to Daniel.

Perhaps has some insight that Daniel will not be thrilled by this suggestion, but willing to wait and be surprised by him.