In all times, Lestat seems to remain the same. Of course it's true of all of them, God's unwanted children, but it seems even more true of Lestat. Eternal, just as arresting as the first time they met. And as he was the last time they saw each other, when Lestat departed and Armand was left in the ruins with the pieces of their relationship.

He had, he realises too late, forgotten the shade of Lestat's eyes. The way that cruel mouth could look when it smiled. The timbre of his voice. Inwardly, he feels himself accept the words like physical blows. Outwardly, he remains unmoved, except for a slight tilt of his head. A little surprised that Lestat is so efflusive. And not willing to trust it in the slightest.

"As anyone might miss the storm that destroys their house and allows them to see, through the holes in their roof, the stars in the sky. Fortunately, I've had much to occupy myself with in the meantime." He purses his lips a little, regards Lestat from under the fan of his eyelashes. "And you, Lestat? Did you miss me?"