This is ridiculous. They are both ridiculous.

And there is a certain restless quality in Lestat's glances between the two of them, keyed into the possibility of some secret offline conversation, if not so much that he can raise objection without sounding insane. His fingernails drum a little against his cheek.

"And so after you rushed into her embrace, you were chained, paralysed and tortured," Lestat says. You know, to be clear.