[ He settles her with a strange expression; the cogs clearly working in his head at double time to try and figure out if this is a play, if she's trying to coax him into something despite her initial look of derision at him teasing this as some kind of blood-based booty call, or if she's simply trying to figure out if he'd been lashing out more than he needed to in their last conversation at Louis' birthday party. Both could be entirely true and possible at the same time, hence why Lestat's face has got a little screwed up in his thought process. ]
Oh I do, chรฉrie, every last drop. But that isn't the kind of drink you're looking for, now, is it?
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Oh I do, chรฉrie, every last drop. But that isn't the kind of drink you're looking for, now, is it?