[ Lestat's caution gives way to a bright and sudden grin, the sun itself emerging into the dimness of the everpresent gloom. ]

Louis?

[ Delighted, flattered, and surprised all at once. ]

He spoke of me? What did he say? How did he look? [ Racing ahead of the point, as per usual, only to swing back around to it. ] I didn't think he'd trouble himself over my social set. He's been quite insistent on denying we know one another in more than passing.