Diminishing. It doesn't work, a coolly unimpressed expression flickering across his face. Of course she injured Lestat, she was attempting to stop him from killing her, and he begrudges not at all the deep tracks she raked into his body in her final miserable moments. It's all that came before that is the sin.

But Louis relents, says the thing, and he puts a hand over Louis'.

"I wouldn't be surprised to know if half of your enemies are simply jealous for your audacities," he says, semi-joking, semi-not. A conspiring quiet, as if said enemies were across the room, "Angered they didn't do it first."