Lestat takes Lalo's hand readily, meeting Lalo's deferential approach with the gracious friendliness of one pleased by recognition. So few people know how to see quality when it stands before them, despite Lestat's best efforts to arrange himself to his best advantage.
The man standing before him with an easy smile resembles the man Lestat met in that bloodied chamber as an alligator at rest below the surface of a swamp resembles its own flashing teeth.
"As am I," Lestat says, voice not quite dipping into a murmur but suggestive of the possibility, his eyelids dipping slightly as he lingers on Lalo's handsome features with evident approval. Not so much as to venture into dangerous territory, but all acquaintanceships are a form of seduction, one way or another. "Lestat de Lioncourt, and I would say this was an auspicious reunion, if not for - "
He releases Lalo's hand and tips his own at the corpses, his face assuming an expression of mild disapproval mingled with an effort at morbidity. He could care less about the bodies, if he put his mind to it, but only by a hair's breadth.
"It'd seem whatever forces are at work in this place are fond of leaving a signature, although I can't imagine the necessity of it. It would be difficult to mistake this for an everyday misadventure." He shakes his head, mouth doleful, eyes gleaming. "Though that would presume that our stalking killer reasons to begin with."
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The man standing before him with an easy smile resembles the man Lestat met in that bloodied chamber as an alligator at rest below the surface of a swamp resembles its own flashing teeth.
"As am I," Lestat says, voice not quite dipping into a murmur but suggestive of the possibility, his eyelids dipping slightly as he lingers on Lalo's handsome features with evident approval. Not so much as to venture into dangerous territory, but all acquaintanceships are a form of seduction, one way or another. "Lestat de Lioncourt, and I would say this was an auspicious reunion, if not for - "
He releases Lalo's hand and tips his own at the corpses, his face assuming an expression of mild disapproval mingled with an effort at morbidity. He could care less about the bodies, if he put his mind to it, but only by a hair's breadth.
"It'd seem whatever forces are at work in this place are fond of leaving a signature, although I can't imagine the necessity of it. It would be difficult to mistake this for an everyday misadventure." He shakes his head, mouth doleful, eyes gleaming. "Though that would presume that our stalking killer reasons to begin with."