There is no home for them. No private parlour, no courtyard. Likely no grand parties in their future, Lestat imagines. He will take what opportunities are there.

And for a moment, he thinks Louis won't. But then he does.

He is rewarded with a pleased smile, a subtle one, Lestat positioning their hands like a waltz and his hand finding Louis' waist. He does not wind himself around him like he might if they were making something different of their lives, but it's a friendly intimacy that he sways Louis into.

And maybe this close, Louis can tell that Lestat, also, is quite aware of time, of place. Of behaving in a way even men who were only friends would not risk doing in polite society, once, or even impolite society. And isn't it pleasurable, to exist in this era? Was not Lestat always saying, how profoundly the world can change? He has seen it. They see it now, together.

The chorus hits. He twirls him.