Lestat certainly looks like an angel, in Lalo's opinion. It's fascinating. Real people, in Lalo's world, even extremely good-looking ones - he should know, he is one of the extremely good-looking ones - don't have the kind of ethereal charm Lestat exudes.
But then he remembers Lestat is a guy and these thoughts are kind of gay to be having and he vanishes them, flinching away in a moment of shame. Briefly, his eyes flit away from Lestat's and he almost seems like he might back away.
But he recovers quickly. "You got me there," he admits cheerfully. A loose shrug. "Yeah, I don't know. What does the queen who owns the general store take?" A hypothetical question Lalo cannot understand the significance of. "Favors? Info? Let's play for that!"
He talks cheerfully, lively, animated with every movement, all the while four dead bodies, their faces frozen in eternal terror, lay motionless on the ground beside him.
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But then he remembers Lestat is a guy and these thoughts are kind of gay to be having and he vanishes them, flinching away in a moment of shame. Briefly, his eyes flit away from Lestat's and he almost seems like he might back away.
But he recovers quickly. "You got me there," he admits cheerfully. A loose shrug. "Yeah, I don't know. What does the queen who owns the general store take?" A hypothetical question Lalo cannot understand the significance of. "Favors? Info? Let's play for that!"
He talks cheerfully, lively, animated with every movement, all the while four dead bodies, their faces frozen in eternal terror, lay motionless on the ground beside him.