The look Molloy gets certainly contains a slur in it. A fond one.

Lestat slides a look to where Louis indicates. Yes, this young women is quite proud of her 'Hallelujah' rendition, convincing herself that her skill will outweigh the compromised vibe. "She doesn't remember how many verses it has," he adds, although perhaps the karaoke version has less.

Whatever. She's in his way. A glance back to Louis is all affection for his handsome fledgling flexes his powers. "What about?" in part because he is rewarding good behaviour, but he would also like to know what dweebs get into fights about in Vermont.