Is there any dignified way of getting out of a three-person booth bench from the far side? Lestat, who prefers to move with jungle cat grace at all times doing all things, is resigned to a little shuffling, not the least of which being preoccupied with the problem of

well, this "Mark", but also, leaving Louis behind in general, exclusion, certainly now that Louis has confessed to no longer hating the prospect of hunting together.

But it seems the other two vampires have organised some logistics, par for the course, so he slants a smile at him as if to assure him they will indeed have fun, before they move on out of the diner.

"They're too bold, your humans," Lestat tells Daniel, once they're out of earshot. He might be joking. Hard to tell, in this moment. "They might begin thinking all of our kind are as agreeable as we."