Lestat bobs his chin in agreement, his smile still on the side of the angels. A joke about a game is perfectly innocuous, if perhaps not suitable for all company - but they're men of the world, it seems, inured to reflexive moral quibbles.
"But," he says, drawing the word out as he lifts the fingers on one hand and wavers them side to side, "If we were to make such bets, what stakes would we play for? All our currency is good for so much tinder."
He's aware of Louis' little general store, and the pretenses of an economy springing up around it. He'll indulge it, but he cannot say he puts much stock in it, not even for Louis' sake.
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Lestat bobs his chin in agreement, his smile still on the side of the angels. A joke about a game is perfectly innocuous, if perhaps not suitable for all company - but they're men of the world, it seems, inured to reflexive moral quibbles.
"But," he says, drawing the word out as he lifts the fingers on one hand and wavers them side to side, "If we were to make such bets, what stakes would we play for? All our currency is good for so much tinder."
He's aware of Louis' little general store, and the pretenses of an economy springing up around it. He'll indulge it, but he cannot say he puts much stock in it, not even for Louis' sake.