It's a sobering answer, at least insofar as what Lestat would have anticipated as a response. Perhaps the manner in which he'd posed the ask to begin with had left Armand feeling more inclined towards honesty, even if it positions him in a place of more vulnerability in the process.
"He's an intriguing sort," Lestat finally declares, masking any form of sympathy with a more vocally breezy air — as if Armand's real motivation for making a new fledgling is of no real concern to him in the slightest. It isn't, deep down; he knows that whatever Armand does, or pursues, consists of choices he lost the right to pass judgment on the first time he left Paris. But that doesn't mean his interest in these events has waned. "I can see why you would have preferred to keep him around."
Death, or at least the assurance of it, may have made the decision much simpler, or that much more complicated. It hangs over them less, as vampires, but doesn't disappear completely. Lestat holds Armand's gaze; even through the tinted lenses of the glasses, he can see those catlike eyes surveying him in exchange.
"You believe he'll adjust well, then, to the changes?" The fact that Daniel's already survived the turning process speaks to a deep inner strength; many who are turned do not. But Lestat wants Armand's assessment, not just as a vampire older than even he is, but as one who possesses a deeper sense of the man who is no longer mortal.
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"He's an intriguing sort," Lestat finally declares, masking any form of sympathy with a more vocally breezy air — as if Armand's real motivation for making a new fledgling is of no real concern to him in the slightest. It isn't, deep down; he knows that whatever Armand does, or pursues, consists of choices he lost the right to pass judgment on the first time he left Paris. But that doesn't mean his interest in these events has waned. "I can see why you would have preferred to keep him around."
Death, or at least the assurance of it, may have made the decision much simpler, or that much more complicated. It hangs over them less, as vampires, but doesn't disappear completely. Lestat holds Armand's gaze; even through the tinted lenses of the glasses, he can see those catlike eyes surveying him in exchange.
"You believe he'll adjust well, then, to the changes?" The fact that Daniel's already survived the turning process speaks to a deep inner strength; many who are turned do not. But Lestat wants Armand's assessment, not just as a vampire older than even he is, but as one who possesses a deeper sense of the man who is no longer mortal.