"hard   to   forget   really.   not   for   lack   of   trying   either,   you   know."   he   had   almost   convinced   himself   that   that   night   in   san   francisco   had   been   a   fever   dream.   and   the   bite   mark   on   his   neck   had   been   nothing   but   a   yunkie   friend   of   his   who   got   a   little   too   pushy   one   night.   who's   to   say   what   he   did   those   days,   daniel   surely   has   a   fog   all   around   those   memories.   but   louis   stands   out   among   the   fog,   like   a   light.   he   had   tried   to   forget   but   the   interview   had   always   been   there.   "i   remember   you   had   a   temper   back   then.   hopefully   you   won't   throw   me   around   the   room   this   time.   i   don't   think   my   bones   could   handle   that."

Nandor would have spitted back one of his witty remarks the second after the other made such a statement if it wasn't for the confusion these words caused him coming from the man in front of him. "Aren't you a vampire?" Of course, he was, reason why this made no sense to him. "Everyone wants to be a vampire! that's what all humans want, eternal life and youth for centuries." -- "Overrated." A laugh. "Such a funny but silly little man."

“You know,” Lestat begins, sinking into an overstuffed chair with a world weary sigh, “I honestly don’t think you want me to truthfully answer that question.” A delicate hand is raised, and he gestures off irritably as faint traces of a scowl threaten to pull at his features. “You always do this; ask such foolish questions. Usually ones which you already know the answer to, and then when I give you my answer, truthfully, I might add, you sulk— or worse— look at me with such intense disappointment. Save yourself some suffering for once, cheri. Be blind.”