"I never would have thought I'd long for sunrise again," he says, musing and amused at once. "Not like this."

It's easy to abandon the topic of the dead man already fading to a meaningless impression. He thinks nothing of Chloe moving past it, except a general pleasure that she's been so amicable about the whole affair.

The blank blackness of the sky is harder to forget, and more personally irritating.

"There's a scent to it. Sunlight. Have you ever noticed? After dusk, as the air freezes, clinging to the trees. I've always enjoyed it."

There's a tinge of longing in his voice he takes no steps to conceal, but not melancholy. Chloe says if, but Lestat is certain of when. Things always change, eventually. It's only that that not everyone enjoys the luxury of knowing they'll see that change, however long it takes.