[ Lestat chuckles a little at that, thoroughly endeared by the idea of picking up the talent of rapping through her blood, as if he needs that particular kind of inspiration. He probably could rap perfectly well if he cared enough to put effort into it; it's just that he much prefers the showmanship of rock music, that's all. ]

I see, it's the same movement again, just with a different option selected..

[ The upside to Lestat seeming to be a technology adverse old dude is that at the very least his vampire mind is capable of actually understanding what he's being taught. He takes the phone and pastes the same message a few times so that he gets familiar with what to press. ]

And now I have to copy your curse and send it to others, isn't that right? Or face... what was it, eternal body odour?

[ His body doesn't have a scent as it is, so having a bad one for the first time in two hundred years isn't really something he wants to experience. ]