It's nothing, an absurd nicety. Recalls the words dedicated to Louis' painful recovery, how much faster it would have gone if he'd feasted off of human blood, off of his own blood. But then, Lestat did not need Daniel's book to be painfully aware of it, the slow healing happening across the Mississippi. These bruises are nothing in comparison.
Louis accepting his blood is, conversely, everything. Denies the urge to offer thanks in return, or lick the blood off Louis' fingers. "I can join you in your errands later. Say goodbye to civilisation for the time being."
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It's nothing, an absurd nicety. Recalls the words dedicated to Louis' painful recovery, how much faster it would have gone if he'd feasted off of human blood, off of his own blood. But then, Lestat did not need Daniel's book to be painfully aware of it, the slow healing happening across the Mississippi. These bruises are nothing in comparison.
Louis accepting his blood is, conversely, everything. Denies the urge to offer thanks in return, or lick the blood off Louis' fingers. "I can join you in your errands later. Say goodbye to civilisation for the time being."
Sorry Vermont.