So here is Lestat's answer about who he ought to expect on his doorstep should his true nature come to light. What was intuition turns now to fact, and yet it does so without rancor or fear. He's enjoyed the company of many people with reason to kill him. He bears a thin scar across his throat from one who made the attempt, and still remains his most treasured companion.

He thinks he would enjoy the unleashed fury of this coiled switchblade of a man. How much more of him would he see in that moment, all pretenses discarded? What might Lestat say to avert his wrath? Or if he could not - what would Rorschach taste of, when his throat is pierced and his body lies pliant in Lestat's arms? It's been some time since he drank the blood of a just man, so thin on the ground in these cynical days.

"The sheep may detest the sight of blood, but the shepherd's dog does what he must," he agrees, pitching his thoughts to contemplation that bordering on a strange and knowing species of gentleness, "He knows the heart of the wolf as it echoes his own. A difficult lesson for the sheep."