Lestat smiles at the compliments, tilting his head so his golden hair spills carelessly over the ridge of one shoulder. He likes being told he's intelligent in a relatively uncomplicated way. It's difficult to be properly appreciated for one's cleverness when one is also charming and handsome, noble traits that tragically overshadow the sharpness of the mind behind them.

But now Rorschach is properly informed about who he's dealing with, and walking himself to precisely the conclusions that serve Lestat's purposes. His affinity for the man only grows by the moment.

"Aren't all relationships that way?" He asks, light but truly sincere. "People take advantage of one another until their use comes to an end...though not all ends as are dramatic as that."

He's obviously intrigued, the emotion slipping through the words only to be reeled back in like an overcast net. A story to ask after another time, unless Rorschach continues to be so wonderfully forthcoming.

"And I doubt you'd fall for the same trick twice." If they're being honest with one another, and it seems they are, Lestat won't insult him by pretending he's incapable of betrayal. "Perhaps you would be the one to deliver my coup de grâce when I am of no use to you."