Thinking of New Orleans. Of nudging his ankle against Lestat's beneath their table at the Azalea. The way Lestat would smile at him just this way, and Louis would feel it this same way, this warmth in his chest.

He rolls the cup against his jaw, looks back at Lestat. A mirrored look, a smile that has always been for him.

"Not Kesha," is perhaps Louis' version of helping. A little disqualifer to prevent Daniel from ending up singing back up vocals on TiK ToK.