A hum of acknowledgement, a little nudge at the edge of Daniel's mind not unlike a hand at his elbow. Absent kind of gesture that says Don't be long, even as Louis' attention swings between Lestat and the subject of their gossip.

Louis props his chin back on his knuckles. Closes his eyes briefly, fingers of his free hand circling the rim of his cup. He dips into one mind, then the other, skimming through thoughts and impressions. Louis lets them make a picture, bring it into focus. Opens his eyes to look back across the table at Lestat.

Relates, "Football. Misplaced bet, some lost money and a tab that was left unpaid. She smoothed it over."

All for the opportunity to skip a verse of Hallelujah in front of a crowd.