Lestat closes off his mind. Or he thinks he does. It is less effective this time now that Daniel has any confidence in his nearness, his aliveness, and it's more akin to a turtle shrinking stubborn in its shell than confronting some gigantic impenetrable barrier. Some sense that Daniel could crack it open if he tried, and that it would hurt.

And Louis is right. There is no blocking off that intuitive sense of one another, and eventually, Louis will feel it like a cold change in the wind when wind around the correct block of buildings, pass by the correct alleyway.

A thing that goes both ways, of course, Lestat's choking sobs slowing as he feels the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end.