When Louis chooses silence, first, Lestat's expression hardens into sullen angles, a brief tangle of feeling that Daniel's first statement puts a hatchet through. Arms folding, listening to all these words and none of them are what a good idea, Lestat, you're so smart, but as a professional at getting his own way, does not detect a fuck no either.

Forming up an argument put on hold with that little gesture and word of gratitude, some tense thing in him easing a fraction. Enough that an itemised list of logical reasons why sleeping as a group is set aside in favour of a pleading look that confirms that yes, Lestat would personally feel better if they were not to retire to separate rooms.

Daniel is permitted to go, Lestat answering his thanks with a little hum to convey Of course. Any time.

And, to Louis, "Do you have a coffin?" He had promised, signed in triplicate, that he would retrieve his.