Lestat, louder, words chasing Louis out with a flap of his hand. A nasty sense of satisfaction for being able to kick Louis out immediately curdles, angrier for it. He is saying more, having flung himself in Louis' wake and caught at the door, shouting through it and into the street even as the car starts to pull away, "The next time I save your ungrateful self from another execution, you can find some other warm hole to put your pride," and a horn blares after the clumsy angle of the limo as it peels away.
He ducks back in, slams the door. It smells like blood and sex in here, and whatever scent Louis had worn to see him in, and if Lestat immediately collapses into somewhat confused, panicked tears, then his driver is paid enough not to make comment as he makes for the hotel.
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Lestat, louder, words chasing Louis out with a flap of his hand. A nasty sense of satisfaction for being able to kick Louis out immediately curdles, angrier for it. He is saying more, having flung himself in Louis' wake and caught at the door, shouting through it and into the street even as the car starts to pull away, "The next time I save your ungrateful self from another execution, you can find some other warm hole to put your pride," and a horn blares after the clumsy angle of the limo as it peels away.
He ducks back in, slams the door. It smells like blood and sex in here, and whatever scent Louis had worn to see him in, and if Lestat immediately collapses into somewhat confused, panicked tears, then his driver is paid enough not to make comment as he makes for the hotel.