Lalo grips Lestat's hand, firmly, but his shake his gentle. "Good luck to you, too!" he says merrily. He glances at the bodies.

"Now come on. Let's get outta here before some goody-two-shoes comes along." Lalo doesn't roll his eyes, but he might as well be. His tone implies it. "Grab whatever you can carry! I'll let you keep it."

As if Lalo could stop Lestat from doing anything at all, but he doesn't know that.