It's nice that Lestat can laugh about it now. He can laugh about it now because he is no longer in a half-flooded mold-infested cottage collecting cobwebs between throwing objects at his worst fledgling to make himself feel better. No, he is here instead, Louis holding his hand with a soft expression, and Daniel certainly could have told him to kick rocks outside of the train station that night.

Or he was too afraid to do so. Which is fine too, because it's fine now.

"You are here," Lestat says. "Lured down from your tower at last. And to think, all we had to do was ask."