He could feel that emotional shift, how Lestat actually liked what he'd been told. There, he could see, lay a chink in the armor the other man had around him. He was drawn to those who could give him genuine praise and compliments, perhaps an offshoot of that desire he had not to be alone. For what better way was there to be around people than those who could see the best parts of a person?

And not any drippy little sycophants either who would just say what they wanted to hear. Rorschach was not one to give out compliments lightly, so when he said something positive the receiver could be sure that it was meant to be genuine.

"You're one of the few people to see things that way when it comes to me." Someone else who had been able to see that was Daniel, knowing that everything which Rorschach said held a certain amount of importance to it. He knew Rorschach better than just about anyone and knew when he could get away with yelling at his friend, calling him on the bullshit so many let him get away with because they thought he was crazy. As Nite Owl had been quick to point out once, there was a big difference between Rorschach acting crazy and actually being crazy.