[ His eyebrows twitch a little at the idea of having these kinds of thoughts unmatched to the person performing them. Is that a regular thing for humans, he wonders; being able to desire something being done to your body by a nameless, faceless form that only comes into feature if you give it those qualities?

For someone as people focused as Lestat is, it seems strange, but pushing himself into unfamiliar waters is what this whole thing is about, isn't it? ]

It isn't necessarily a fantasy, but I haven't been touched intimately in centuries, and this particular human seemed very intent on getting his hands on me. Or, more accurately, inside of me. That is lingering in my mind.