( Louis' eyes grow wider and wider as Lestat explains his idea, his ears and cheeks burning, fingers so tight on Lestat's thigh that it would leave bruises on a mortal man. Images unfurl in his head, indistinct from his lack of experience to draw on but nevertheless heated and powerfully erotic. His pulse throbs in his ears, and the thought of it, the taboo of it, is so captivating that he nearly doesn't hear Reno's eager reply. )

You've really been thinking about this.

( His voice is low and quiet, accusatory but not exactly annoyed about it. If anything, it's appraising, matching the slow and considering and very thorough look of someone reading every paragraph of the terms and conditions. He looks to Lestat, then back to Reno, wondering what sort of man would agree to this with someone that he doesn't know at all. He wets his lips with his tongue, opens his mouth to speak, and closes it again with flushed cheeks and a furrowed brow, at a loss for words.

God, these two and their easy, confident grins. Why does he feel like the one on the platter?

Louis lets out a slow, measured breath. )

Very well. ( He bites his lip. ) I... will need some time to consider it.

( He almost can't believe what he's saying, and his anxious energy is making him sit up too straight, sound too clipped and formal, and really, how can either of them want him involved in this when he's this awkward? )

And... to further discuss the specific details.

( He clears his throat. )