He likes when she surprises him.

🥰

Is in the mood to rip someone’s throat out.

Well, question answered or not, the comment certainly struck a chord with Lestat. He had every reason to be the villain yet . . . refused. He chose to live instead. "I think I know what you mean. There is . . . well, we are evil. Or we are supposed to be. Vampires, that is. And perhaps I am. ~

Lestat has somewhat of a social media presence. For reasons. This demon makes him chuckle. "Chill and cats. How did you settle about that for your rebellion against your role?"

"I have no doubt you dance wonderfully," Lestat replies, spinning her towards him. "And I do not mind taking lots of time to practice. Especially if we are to dance at our wedding in front of our guests."

"Excellent," he replies, kissing her cheek. "Those we care about and who care for us." Those are the ones who should be (and who he wants) there.

"So you are . . . all that is wrong with the internet?" he replies with amusement. "I fear I am an older sort of demon by far." For one so insistent upon being evil, Lestat tries very hard to be good. Or wants to try hard to be good.

"I have seen a few," Lestat replies with a bemused smirk. He also knows that he is attractive, even by vampire standards. "Wait until you see a /very/ old one. They are like . . . marble. But delicate. Delicate marble if you can imagine such a thing."

He has known an artist or two. This is a new medium. Lestat goes to join her facing the canvas, and he tilts his head. He did not need to see it to know what her "paint" was. He could smell it from across the room. "Well now . . . quite the painter you are," he comments, dipping his finger into ~

He is intrigued.

Does she?

Spicy.

Lestat certainly notes the shift in mood, and he gazes back at the man with curiosity. "I think a hunter is always a hunter." Says one who is a hunter himself.

Saw it.

Lestat ignores the disparaging comments about him. Right now, his concern is Claudia. "You frightened her. She has every reason to be upset if you are infiltrating either her dreams or our home."

He smiles a little at the comment her mind whispers into his. /I think that is you. And you are getting rather good that that./ The telepathic talking that is. Makes him think she would be good with the mind trick if she were . . . But he does not leap that far ahead. They are sat at a private ~

"Very good looking," he comments. "What exactly is 'vampire hot' anyway?" He knows vampires tend to be attractive. Maybe they need to be to lure in prey, after all. But they were human once, too.

Lestat sighs. "Alas, I would like to keep my head where it is. Seems we are at an impasse." And other than an outright killing, he is rather hard to kill even by vampire standards.

“Do you have a place you would like to go, or shall I pick?” He did invite her, so he wouldn’t leave the decision to her — then again, he has poor ~

Lestat offers his arm. “Shall we?”

Both.

@agenthill.bsky.social Dinner?

*first in line*

Being underestimated is fun.

“How sweet. You think I’m pretty. But sorry, darling. You’re not my type. So you will not be getting the chance to see my other skills.”

Rude.

He doesn’t mind a little enthusiasm. “Should I not? You seem likable.”

“I prefer something a bit richer.” But he leans his elbow against the bar and turns towards Daniel. “I think I found one.”

He will always defend her. Always. Even if she is capable of defending herself. “I shall file that knowledge away for later.”

“And I love you.” He will work on giving her gifts that don’t don’t make him look like a cat.

Surprise. He snapped his spine.

Is not above eating an Avenger.

“Why thank you. I like you, as well.” Hence why he just nibbled and didn’t tear her throat out.

Lestat simply grins. He loves being incorrigible. And pretty.

“Not really. But I heard there would be hot guys here.” He takes Daniel’s glass and take a sip. He wrinkles his nose. Definitely not to his taste.

She called him pretty. 😌

Consider him sliding up on a barstool as they speak.

He has learned control, and she’s not the sort he has no qualms about killing. To her comer, he gives a little bow. “Have to keep things interesting.”

“I do enjoy a challenge. Not that I seek your death.”

Win-win situation for them both it would seem. Especially as Daniel enjoys being fed from, too.

Well, that’s the fun part.

By now, he has pulled back a wipes away a little drop of blood from the corner of his lips. “I am not most vampires.” For a few reasons.

Naturally. Mostly because he can’t wait to see her in action, too.

He is happy to take care of a few creeps.

He can taste it already. Daniel spoils him.

He nods, but it’s awkward as he doesn’t let go. /I like it. It’s . . . different/ he whispers into her mind.