Lestat hovers in place for a moment, and then sets the lid back down onto the coffin. It slots in neatly, decent craftsmanship.

He will not lose his temper.

"Have it your way," he says as he straightens, a hopeless swing of an arm. "See how it is, slaughtering a full coven of vampires without any rest. Mm? So I can watch them tear you into pieces in front of me." His voice picks up in volume, a flare of feeling. "Like they did her?"

A shaky breath in. Back teeth clenched together, denying himself the easy vitriol that could emerge if he let it.