"Some of it," Louis answers, fingers working through his own hair. Restoring shape, twisting here and there. "Some of what I have is in Dubai."
Not all of it. A collection housed in carefully controlled conditions elsewhere, warehoused and waiting for Louis to select from.
Some to be culled, because Louis bought it for what he was with Armand. Some for the man he'd been then, and some for Armand himself, gifts. Things that flattered their shared tastes, which Louis must now wonder: did they share tastes, even in art?
He lifts the dryer, makes a little face. Lacking, this piece of hotel provided equipment. Louis flicks it on at the lowest setting, goes to work carefully drawing the wet out of Lestat's hair.
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Not all of it. A collection housed in carefully controlled conditions elsewhere, warehoused and waiting for Louis to select from.
Some to be culled, because Louis bought it for what he was with Armand. Some for the man he'd been then, and some for Armand himself, gifts. Things that flattered their shared tastes, which Louis must now wonder: did they share tastes, even in art?
He lifts the dryer, makes a little face. Lacking, this piece of hotel provided equipment. Louis flicks it on at the lowest setting, goes to work carefully drawing the wet out of Lestat's hair.