[ Lestat's hand falls to his mouth in thought, a shining glass-like nail running a track back and forth along his lower lip. He could quite easily tell this man he had nothing to worry about, or crow with delight of what a miracle the human sense of danger is, but oh.. it's no fun to give such a concrete answer so soon into a first impression. The mystery, the allure, these are the things Lestat covets above all else when talking to humans. ]
I suppose you'll have to come to that conclusion yourself, should we ever meet, hm?
[ He reaches forward to shut off the feed, but just before he does-- ]
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I suppose you'll have to come to that conclusion yourself, should we ever meet, hm?
[ He reaches forward to shut off the feed, but just before he does-- ]
Good luck with your famine.