"Ain't no fancy without some truth in it," Louis murmurs darkly, but he doesn't dwell on it. Entire kingdoms? He's not quite sure he believes him. He's too taken aback by families. Does Armand know? Is he taunting him?
"Let's get you back to town," he decides on a distraction. "We can't be caught out in the sun, and we can't freeze here."
By now, he thinks, surely Armand has noticed that the cold affects them as much as any human. It makes him feel slightly better to play the part of escorting the injured Armand to safety--as if Louis weren't entirely out of his league in this conversation--as if he weren't half afraid and half intrigued by Armand.
"I ain't much for theater." He did like the opera before Lestat wore out its welcome on him, but that's not something he readily admits. "What's in it for a vampire?"
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"Let's get you back to town," he decides on a distraction. "We can't be caught out in the sun, and we can't freeze here."
By now, he thinks, surely Armand has noticed that the cold affects them as much as any human. It makes him feel slightly better to play the part of escorting the injured Armand to safety--as if Louis weren't entirely out of his league in this conversation--as if he weren't half afraid and half intrigued by Armand.
"I ain't much for theater." He did like the opera before Lestat wore out its welcome on him, but that's not something he readily admits. "What's in it for a vampire?"