"So Armand is great, y'know? I'd definitely fool around with him, 'cause he was turned so young and he's still kind of got all that young person energy, right? But I feel like he'd be selfish about it, too. I mean, sure, he's hella passionate, but he wants things to fit into the vision he has for them. So yeah, sex might be great once or twice, and he's sexy as hell, but you know who I'd really be interested in hooking up with? Lestat. He's freaking beautiful, he's passionate as hell, and I bet you he's totally down to try anything." Jules was rambling, hands waving around as he spoke, even though a battered copy of Queen of the Damned was clutched in one of them. Nobody had asked, of course, but that didn't mean Jules wasn't going to share his opinion anyway, as vulgar as it might be. "Louis, though? Absolutely not. I want nothing to do with that pansy-ass. I wouldn't fuck him if he were the last guy on earth," then he hesitated, mulling it over. "Well, okay, I'd fuck him. But only once. I just feel like he'd make some beautiful sounds, y'know? I just get that vibe from him." Finally he seemed to finish, looking at the individual sitting across from him. "What about you?"