[ While his outward demeanor doesn't change — he'd sucked from that finger as idly as someone else might pluck an hors d'oeuvres off a passing tray — Lestat's capacity for discernment is drastically more primed, particularly when it comes to the other occupants sitting around the table. The fact that the vampires have all been corraled together, distinctly separated, has him more uneasy than what's been spread out in offering.
Death hangs all around them, but none of the bodies hold the smell of it yet — to drink from a corpse would be critical for a vampire, for there is always that precipice they cannot tip over, the moment when an unforgiving shadow reaches up to grasp hold of them and drag them down into the abyss. Lestat has not met many feral vampires in his time, those who have not been taught to be discerning about feeding from the living as opposed to the dead, but would their hosts know the difference? Or is this display meant to expose them in some other way? ]
There is nothing strange about the blood.
[ At least based on what he can discern through taste, which often clues a vampire in to any number of things, from level of intoxication to more serious illness. But his gaze lingers on Louis, rather than the woman insistently offering her wrist to him, his head inclining slightly. ]
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[ While his outward demeanor doesn't change — he'd sucked from that finger as idly as someone else might pluck an hors d'oeuvres off a passing tray — Lestat's capacity for discernment is drastically more primed, particularly when it comes to the other occupants sitting around the table. The fact that the vampires have all been corraled together, distinctly separated, has him more uneasy than what's been spread out in offering.
Death hangs all around them, but none of the bodies hold the smell of it yet — to drink from a corpse would be critical for a vampire, for there is always that precipice they cannot tip over, the moment when an unforgiving shadow reaches up to grasp hold of them and drag them down into the abyss. Lestat has not met many feral vampires in his time, those who have not been taught to be discerning about feeding from the living as opposed to the dead, but would their hosts know the difference? Or is this display meant to expose them in some other way? ]
There is nothing strange about the blood.
[ At least based on what he can discern through taste, which often clues a vampire in to any number of things, from level of intoxication to more serious illness. But his gaze lingers on Louis, rather than the woman insistently offering her wrist to him, his head inclining slightly. ]
The question now is: will you succumb?