[ At that comment, Lestat gives him a different kind of look, one that says You might be onto something there. Even though Lestat talks a big game with all his fancy words, he is no genius and is nowhere near so set in his ways that he can't appreciate a good theory even if he has no way of moulding it into something that can be easily explained. Louis was always so much better at theorising than him. ]

A fairy curse? [ He quirks his eyebrow again, a bemused smile lingering at his lips. ] The little creatures in storybooks for children? You do say some strange things.

[ Vampires, totally normal. But fairies? Get outta here. ]

As for what I cannot do, let me think.. [ He taps a finger to his mouth, stretching out his legs as if getting comfortable for a long story. ] I cannot eat human food. It tastes awful and bland and makes me feel ill. I cannot go out in the day time, the light from the sun burns my skin. I cannot have sex in the mortal manner any more. I can't ever age, die of natural causes, or change the way I look. If I cut my hair, it will be the same again after I wake the next night. The same with my nails; you know, they were a little too long when I died, and now I file them every night before I go out? It was maddening at first, now it's something like muscle memory.