Ha! Isn't that nice? Lalo appreciates the coquettish smile; it's not how he operates. There's nothing coquettish about him, and there never has been. But he can appreciate that kind of coyness in others.

"Sing?" Lalo says, his eyes shining as he fixates on that one word specifically. He's always admired singers. It's not a skill he possesses. "Well! I hope I could be the right audience." A grin. Very devil-may-care. "But now I gotta ask..." Because Lestat doesn't seem like the kind of man to offer something for nothing. "...what do you want from me?"

The dead bodies are forgotten on the church floor. Not important anymore now that Lalo has investigated all he could of the scene.