~ ‘seemed like a good idea at the time’ thing. You can, however, get a very good snuggle.”

The smirk remains, though it is kinder. Less insinuating.

He gives a nod.

“Hop in.”

~ Molloy. I adore you and you’re very specific . . .”

Fantasies.

“Journalistic interests.”

Slowly, he opens the lid of the coffin so that Daniel can look inside.

“To your question, yes. Though I cannot say it is particularly suited for . . . amorous pursuits. A bit cramped and more of a ~

Lestat stays close by, waiting for her to awaken again so that he can make sure she has blood. That and darkness would help her rejuvenate. Until she does, however, all the dutiful son can do is wait.

He has no desire to fight over who has more of their father’s hatred.

“She has been through a lot. The Paris coven . . . well. She is safe now.”

And he intends to keep it that way.

~ blackout curtains could achieve the same thing. So maybe the first to determine the usefulness of a sealed coffin was being slightly dramatic. Mocking death and all that. As for claustrophobia . . . that would be unfortunate. But as I said, there are alternatives.”

She shall be there within the hour.

Another question.

Does he want this to be a dramatic kidnapping or simply he arrives and they go?

And . . . from where precisely is the vampire liberating him?

~ it at the moment.

That bad?

It certainly sounds serious.

Does he need to be kidnapped?

What is his evening like?

Perhaps they might find a spot to meet.

He is flattered by the compliment.

Perhaps, they do need to talk more.

He has never claimed to be perfect.

But he also thinks perfect is rather dull.

Ah yes. His fan.

~ disrobes there, too.

/Never/ has he been accused of having shame.

~ of watching, leaning against the wardrobe and folding his arms across his chest.

“Magnifique,” he replies when Daniel finally asks his opinion.

Lestat chooses his own evening attire, selecting something that obviously compliments what Daniel is wearing.

And when in Rome . . .

Lestat ~