[There are a couple more moments of Koby trying to disentangle himself without absolutely shredding the pretty, delicate lace trailing from every limb, before he gives up and huffs upwards at Lestat -- who looks very nice, very gentlemanly, very assured in his every movement and word and act. Then again, he always seems that way to Koby, brimming with an uncanny amount of confidence that seems entirely unattainable to someone as perpetually anxious as Koby himself is. He envies it even as he's annoyed by it.

So, reaching up to rake his too-long hair out of his face, Koby's tone takes on a slightly flat, sarcastic note.] You can help too, if you want. I'm tangled around all your... [A vague hand gesture at the dark finery of Lestat's outfit.] Everything.

Unless you want to walk around like this the rest of the afternoon?