[ The truth of the matter is that Lestat has tried multiple times to share a mortal meal with Louis in the past, but it was usually taken as a joke, as a taunt, as something mean spirited rather than the simple truth of what it was; Lestat longing to see Louis give in to his nature and feed, to use the gifts given to him by Lestat and to bite, to drink, to enjoy it, to become satisfied. Perhaps it's selfish, it almost definitely is selfish, but given what he's found he can do with humans that know the truth of what he is and the particular way Reno's mind works, Lestat's curiosity rams against his obvious arousal over the whole affair... and this leaves him caught on every single word and sound Louis makes.
He hadn't mentioned anything about Louis being his fledgling to Reno, nor had he gone into any particular detail about why they couldn't share each other's thoughts, but Reno doesn't seem to be even the slightest bit suspicious or even willing to question all that much. Which works perfectly for him.
Louis finally speaks, and Lestat lets out a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding. 'Very well' is not a 'no', and Louis has never been afraid of saying no - he's done so in the past with real conviction, to the point where Lestat had wondered now and again if he enjoyed the denial more than anything else. Louis is thinking about it, will think about it, and only when Lestat shifts slightly to look at him does he realize quite how hard Louis is clenching the meat of his thigh.
How beautiful he looks like this, Lestat thinks, so flustered but still with such intent focus, like he's determined to see it through even if it ends in refusal, showing a clear passion to learn something about himself today. Lestat feels his mouth prickle, hunger increasing even further just by looking at Louis.
He glances back to the screen. ]
Well, that seems reasonable to me, don't you agree? [ He's almost certain Reno will be able to recognize when a man is in need of shutting off a camera to make out with his very attractive lover over a fantasy they've just spoken into the realm of possibility. ] We'll leave the ball in Louis' court, and I suppose I'll contact you with more information? Does that sound alright?
[ He can't resist a little smirk, wondering if Reno's nasty little mind will be wandering once the feed is closed. ]
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He hadn't mentioned anything about Louis being his fledgling to Reno, nor had he gone into any particular detail about why they couldn't share each other's thoughts, but Reno doesn't seem to be even the slightest bit suspicious or even willing to question all that much. Which works perfectly for him.
Louis finally speaks, and Lestat lets out a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding. 'Very well' is not a 'no', and Louis has never been afraid of saying no - he's done so in the past with real conviction, to the point where Lestat had wondered now and again if he enjoyed the denial more than anything else. Louis is thinking about it, will think about it, and only when Lestat shifts slightly to look at him does he realize quite how hard Louis is clenching the meat of his thigh.
How beautiful he looks like this, Lestat thinks, so flustered but still with such intent focus, like he's determined to see it through even if it ends in refusal, showing a clear passion to learn something about himself today. Lestat feels his mouth prickle, hunger increasing even further just by looking at Louis.
He glances back to the screen. ]
Well, that seems reasonable to me, don't you agree? [ He's almost certain Reno will be able to recognize when a man is in need of shutting off a camera to make out with his very attractive lover over a fantasy they've just spoken into the realm of possibility. ] We'll leave the ball in Louis' court, and I suppose I'll contact you with more information? Does that sound alright?
[ He can't resist a little smirk, wondering if Reno's nasty little mind will be wandering once the feed is closed. ]