He turned his head just a little to look at Lestat. He looked quite a bit like an angel himself, the kind the Renaissance painters had created, all beauty and classic features. Then again, that had also been the description of Lucifer in Paradise Lost, so perhaps it was best he kept his guard up around this one. Lestat's next words only confirmed that suspicions for him.

"I'll keep that in mind. It's been such a long time spent talking only to myself for days on end without ever actually holding a conversation with another soul that unfortunately having my thoughts project outwards comes easier to me than I would like it to be. Most of the time, if I'm not talking to myself I'm writing them down." Lestat, for all his occasional flippancy, was smarter than he looked. It was hard not to be taken in by his charms, even for someone as used to suspicion and paranoia as Rorschach was.