[ Lestat squints a little at the mention of Louis, confusion evident on his face because he cannot comprehend even slightly why she keeps bringing him up, why she was so apparently concerned with them being a thing, why she asked him about his type. He, somehow, can't understand how all these things correlate, but luckily he doesn't have much time to push the issue, because then she continues to talk and asks for clarification and... God, this really would be so much easier if he were to just write it down. Then at least he could think about what to say instead of just standing here, staring at her with this stupid expression on his face. ]

I am undead. There are parts of my body that don't respond the same way they would in a human.

[ Yes, he's talking about his dick. ]

All of my closest connections are vampires, and we don't feel any sexual urges by instinct; drinking blood makes everything else pale in contrast. I didn't even think about your perspective. I thought, why would you care for anything less than the euphoria I can give to you with the bite?

[ He looks like he's twisting something over in his mind, and there's even the very slightest pinkish tint creeping into his face from his jaw and ears. He lifts a hand to tink tink his nail against the glass of a nearby frosted bottle. So much for not fidgeting. ]

I have recently been.. enlightened. To how misled I may have been.