[ A very understandable surprise. But Jo's tired, and as lonely tonight as she ever is. The closeness that wound through the memory was tempting. The details are fading as minutes pass, but the urge she felt in the moment to hold Lestat and share her body heat the way he remembers his violinist -- that lingers.
And it was just a memory. A fantasy to enjoy, like her visions of teasing Lestat. She's grateful for it and she won't forget it, but--
The little flutter his kiss causes her is something she desperately needs to ignore. So she does. ]
Don't get used to it.
[ She pats him on the cheek. The way she puts her armor back on is almost visible, the cocky smirk returning, the insouciant tip of her chin. ]
Do you want to walk me home? You can quiz me about human sex if you like.
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And it was just a memory. A fantasy to enjoy, like her visions of teasing Lestat. She's grateful for it and she won't forget it, but--
The little flutter his kiss causes her is something she desperately needs to ignore. So she does. ]
Don't get used to it.
[ She pats him on the cheek. The way she puts her armor back on is almost visible, the cocky smirk returning, the insouciant tip of her chin. ]
Do you want to walk me home? You can quiz me about human sex if you like.