When the silence persists, Lestat would like to think that Louis is admiring the gloom of the park at this hour. But he isn't. And neither is Lestat, watching instead Louis' face turned forward as they walk. Bracing, a little, for whatever he might say or ask next. For challenge, perhaps. Lestat has expressed unhappiness for all of this before.

It would be fair. What he receives instead is, then, a little disarming, and he veers his focus back forwards. A reminder. He hums out a sound, accepting the apology.

"I would prefer," after a moment, "that you had come to visit for the little things. I would prefer to have emerged and found the world with less challenges in it than there are now. I would prefer less reasons to fear for your life."

A little shrug. "And once, long ago, I had everything I had wanted, and look where that got us, hm?"