Well, if it wasn't obvious, I'm not an American. [ Lestat slants over slightly in his lounge chair, with a look that can only be described as playfully conspiratorial, especially when taking into account the momentary quirking of both eyebrows.

But he's willing to let himself be surprised, and to an extent impressed, by how much this young man seems to have retained already in his reading. Clearly, whatever time he's been spending in the library has been supplemented by longer stretches of reading; Lestat is directly reminded of Louis then, how he would tuck a book into the front inside pocket of his jacket and take it out at the first available opportunity to pick up precisely where he had left off. ]

But you're right in that... protective measures seem to have been lacking, although I presume you already know the outcome. [ The late president has long since been dead and buried by Lestat's time, but he is well-remembered in history for two things in particular — his success in wartime and the unique circumstances of his assassination.

For the moment, Lestat leans back into his chair more decisively, arms folded over his chest, looking at Koby with a hint of amusement in his mirrored gaze. ]

And what would be the most ideal political structure, in your estimation? If you had to build a society from its very foundations upward?