Lestat meets Rorschach's inkblots as if he's meeting his eyes, not attempting to peer through as much as he peers in. He's only skimmed the surface of Rorschach's mind, a pale imitation of his true gift, but he feels a far greater attunement to this strange man than he did before he followed his song to this rooftop.

"You might be surprised at how diligent worker a I can be," he teases, but strictly at his own expense. They've certainly covered what a shiftless dilettante he is, despite some flashes of insight. "But all in time."

There's no need to hurry. A meal like this should be savoured.

"I'd tell you to take care," he adds aloud, warmly, "If I thought that it wasn't anything that might trouble you that could do with the well-wishes. So instead, I wish you good hunting."