Lalo considers this. Privately, he's a little annoyed he let Lestat go first, mostly just because that's such a good answer. Damn. And Lestat's breath is pleasantly warm against his skin. The hairs on the back of Lalo's neck stand up, but in a pleasant, tingly way.

The slight, if non-malicious, edge to Lestat's smile is nice too. Lalo keeps grinning back.

"For me, then I'll say..." He rocks back and forth on his heels. "Hmmmm. Yeah, I agree with you. Since you say Mr. Gibson, I'll say Mr. Hickey. Why not?"