Unbeknownst to them, a parallel. A maker offering his blood to his fledgling. A similar but also entirely different kind of resistance. Unbeknownst to Lestat, some half-thought thing caught from Daniel's mind, of what he might or should do, pushing him past the delineated territories of who they are to one another.

But, Lestat must reason, this is immutable: he is Louis' maker. If nothing else, that is always what he will be.

A flicker of a smile. Leaning forward, teasing nearly, when he says, "You must tell me no, if you don't wish to. I have already settled it in myself."