Fondness fills him. Inevitable, aching, hurtful fondness. That hand spreads flat once more, covering Louis' heart.

This, more than anything else, makes sense to Lestat. More than fighting this Conversion, the proliferation of vampires. Allows it to sink in, in the quiet dark, the even measure of their breathing and heart beats, before he draws focus with another tap of his fingers.

"Then see that you stay that way," quiet. "Don't let them take you from me."