Amusement, a crinkle around the eyes, twinged smile.
"A bag of blood," Lestat says. "One presumes."
But, says a hand, fingers opening and stopping Louis from explaining. "Yes, I know. For hospitals. This works for us?"
It stands to reason, if he thinks about it. A living man may bleed into a cup, and a vampire may drink from that cup whether that man lives and dies. It must be something about the veins, the heart, that allows death to poison it. Or something. He doesn't know, far from an expert—apparently.
Here, maybe Louis has something to teach him about blood drinking.
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"A bag of blood," Lestat says. "One presumes."
But, says a hand, fingers opening and stopping Louis from explaining. "Yes, I know. For hospitals. This works for us?"
It stands to reason, if he thinks about it. A living man may bleed into a cup, and a vampire may drink from that cup whether that man lives and dies. It must be something about the veins, the heart, that allows death to poison it. Or something. He doesn't know, far from an expert—apparently.
Here, maybe Louis has something to teach him about blood drinking.