[ Lestat watches Demyx feel at his neck, and realises only then that in his haste he didn't seal the wound with his vampire blood before pulling back... It's so strange to see tiny whisps of that black smoke spiralling from the two little fang marks instead of the dark scarlet blood he's so used to seeing.

He's momentarily distracted by staring at it, and by mourning the lack of close contact. He didn't realise how nice it felt to have hands clinging to him like that. Usually his victims fell away into death and any loss of contact would quickly go cold as Lestat ran from the product of his feed... but this one is still moving, still enticing despite his lack of everything that Lestat thinks makes a human what they are.

Lestat licks his lips, trying to find where the taste still lingers there and get rid of it. If only there were some critters around he could drain to wash the terrible taste away. ]

We become one in the moment of the drink. He explains like it's so obvious. Our heartbeats join in time -- or they would, if you had one. We connect body and spirit and mind. I can see anything in your mind that I want to at that moment. You could see mine too, if you had any kind of mental prowess.

[ He looks a little troubled still, a little weirded out by the taste and the lack of blood and what he'd seen. He hadn't been kidding when he called it terrible. His heart kind of hurts. ]