His attention flicks back out to the path before them. "A burden is something you wish to set down. That you carry out of obligation. But if you were to say, Lestat, the puddles on this pavement will get my boots muddy, will you carry me across, I would rush to do it. And you may need to convince me to set you back down."
He is teasing, clearly, light humour in the weight he might lean his weight into him, cast a smile his way. More seriously, "You're no burden to me, Louis. Perhaps we would wish for a pleasant evening every night, uninterrupted, but I would hate to be bored."
Because if he were to cut to the heart of it, and beg Louis not to leave, or to send him away, this evening would get less pleasant quickly.
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His attention flicks back out to the path before them. "A burden is something you wish to set down. That you carry out of obligation. But if you were to say, Lestat, the puddles on this pavement will get my boots muddy, will you carry me across, I would rush to do it. And you may need to convince me to set you back down."
He is teasing, clearly, light humour in the weight he might lean his weight into him, cast a smile his way. More seriously, "You're no burden to me, Louis. Perhaps we would wish for a pleasant evening every night, uninterrupted, but I would hate to be bored."
Because if he were to cut to the heart of it, and beg Louis not to leave, or to send him away, this evening would get less pleasant quickly.