[ Lestat finds himself cursing this crutch of technology often, but never so much as he does when humans react in this way; the flush of colour to the skin, the slight pause in their reactions, the rapt expression they look at him with. He wishes he could smell the blood through this little screen, to know what kind of human he's dealing with by lightly scanning his thoughts. In a way, perhaps that's his own crutch to lean on, so he'd do well to have a little more patience for these machines. ]
It's not, is it....
[ Lestat closes his mouth and smiles, a devilish little twinkle in his eyes as he watches the man on the feed very closely. ]
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It's not, is it....
[ Lestat closes his mouth and smiles, a devilish little twinkle in his eyes as he watches the man on the feed very closely. ]
Would you be scared if I was?