Another vampire can send their influence on someone's emotions—barring someone's maker, Lestat has told him. Louis and Claudia communicated thus. Now Louis only has his own face, which tells too much, and Armand's inscrutable one. So Louis throws up his defenses. He postures, he goes still, he watches like the predator he was made into... because he sure as hell doesn't want to be prey.

"We sure as hell do, apparently." Louis switches back and forth from smooth low gentleman's voice to profanities. Posturing again.

Louis likes Armand's voice. Lestat's has too much honey. Armand doesn't answer his question, and Louis despairs.

"Finally find another vampire, and he doesn't even answer my questions. All vampires are dangerous, then. How did we meet?"

Perhaps it's best not to know his future self, if his past self is any indication. But Louis is a seeker of knowledge, for better or worse. Claudia even more so. And where is Claudia in his future? Louis yearns for her to return to him again, even in this frozen wasteland. Louis is scared to ask.

Did he, Louis, actually take up with another vampire lover after so many years with Lestat? Louis can't imagine letting him go, not fully. He haunts him. He is here even.