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[Did he name names? No. Don't get your tie in a twist, mon amour. ]

That's a very funny notion coming from you.

[ Though, he supposes he's still living by the rules Lestat created for him: become the darkness and speak not of it. Those rules belonged to a different world than where they belonged, besides, ]

Who's to say anyone will believe me? These people can barely protect themselves. Don't tell me you consider them any formidable threat to our continued existence here.

[ nothing funny about any of this. be serious! ]

They will look to us with prejudice and superstition. Soon they'll sneak to our doors with their little figures and crosses. Hasn't there been enough of that already?

I saw soldiers shooting up coffins in Romania, Lestat.

[ he isn't as naive as he used to be. but also let him live his pretend human life a little longer shh. ]

Did you feed on your new lover?

[Is he buying into the whole pretend human nonsense? Be for real.]

Did you let him forget it or does the memory of the un petit coup still fester in his mind?

This isn't about him or what happened at that party. Everyone was acting crazy back there.

[ speaking of-- ]

What did you do? How many lifeless bodies are gonna turn up?

[ just the two that you killed Louis! ]

[ He didn't even mention the party, what did you do at the devil's sacrament, Louis?]

I've killed no one worth missing, that I can be of assurance. [ His tone gently condescending in the way that might suggest a notch of victory in a fight that only he is keeping score of. ]

[ he's struggling to keep calm and Lestat may easily notice that. hearing your dead lover's voice in your head after all this time is one thing and now he's trying to piss you off on purpose? ]

Good for you. I'm done killing.

[ announcing it out loud even though no one asked. ]

[ It's a soft and familiar place for them both, as though no time has passed at all and they're tucked away in that festering flat in the French Quarter driving each other insane. ]

A tale I've heard you spin a thousand times. Back to the critters for you, then? I can hear them scratching and crawling in the undercroft, no doubt plump enough for your liking.

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I prefer birds nowadays.

[ look at all this personal growth you missed while he was gone! can he resent Lestat for not being there after he tried to kill him? yes. ]

[What growth, Louis? He traded one Frenchman for another.]

And here I suspected you were a creature of habits.

There's a lot you don't know.

[ even if Lestat comes from the future and knows Louis's upcoming choices, there are some (pathetic) ways Louis can still cling to the feeling of having control over his own life. ]

Steve's a good kid. Don't mess with him.