Lestat hasn't made the acquaintance of one Mr. Hickey yet, and the name sparks no recognition. He simply ferrets it away for future use, tilting his head slightly with a glint of interest.

"Why not?" He says, in agreement, and offers Lalo his hand to shake. "Our terms are settled. I wish you luck."

No one can ever say that Lestat is incapable of enjoying a game by its rules, if the whim strikes him. When everything eventually and inevitably turns up in his favour, in the long run, it costs him nothing to be generous with his well-wishes - well-wishes for Lalo, at least. Less so for the unfortunate Mr. Hickey.