Louis' face does something inscrutable and pained in the immediate, before whatever passing conflux of emotion is swept away into behind Louis' well-honed composure.

Some brittle quality remains, in spite of this.

"Thank you," is only polite. Is not effusive, is not colored by any enthusiasm or dismay as Louis handles the box. Not opening it, just observing type face and splashy fonts, stock photography and slightly gummy price sticker. Considers setting it down, as he lifts his eyes to look between Lestat and Daniel.

Reminds them, "You're very kind, but you both know your company has been enough of a gift for me."