[ It's too perfect, the way he seems to freeze under his hold and his attention. It's like it is with every human that Lestat enchants in this manner; whether the mortal be searching for romance or for such a simple thing as someone to hold them close and tell them it will be alright, to make them feel safe… it is always this way. He wonders which one Demyx is. Does he crave comfort, is he afraid and clinging to what little control he has of his own life, or is he - like so many of his kind - secretly craving the kiss of death? ]

I have extraordinary vampiric prowess. I could feed from you now and be gone so fast that you would believe it all a dream. There wouldn't be so much as a mark on your throat as proof I were even here.

[ His voice has gone low, almost a whisper, his thumb slowly stroking over the chin of this interesting little mortal, feeling the heat of his skin from such a slight touch. ]

Now. Tell me of this darkness. I won't repeat myself a third time.