Lestat has yet to make much effort in blending in since Louis has returned to America, since Daniel has personally known him, and hasn't chosen to begin now. Stops short of baring his fangs at anyone whose stares might linger, limits his own more supernatural vibe to a vaguely unsettling aura, vampiric charm set to reverse.

Fortunately, at this hour, in this place, there's enough minding one's business to go around. Lestat decides he does not need clearer vision to take in his surroundings and so the heart-shaped sunglasses stay in place.

"Why not," as to coffee. Bitter enough almost for a vampire to enjoy. He uses his fingernails to flip over the menu, tilting his head, a scanning of items out of sheer curiousity. "Do you imagine one day such places will serve our kind? Free O-negative refills, for the road."