Their relationship isn't always easy, isn't always simple, and sometimes Louis is sure he can see the wear of time at its seams, the feeling of Armand's fingers lacing through his does bring with it a sort of calm. He curls his finger's around the other's until they slot together completely as they stroll behind the unwitting victim.

Maybe it's the open air, the expansive grounds, but though it feels like another cage, it feels different from any other he's somehow been in. Louisiana. France. Dubai...

"It didn't want us to find one another, but we did. We always do." A soft squeeze of fingers, a thumb skirting over the other's. "Something about this place gets under my skin. Full to the brim of tricks and deceptions. We wake up safe, fed the way we are meant to be fed, and for what?"

Louis tilts his head, eyes turning to the older vampire at his side, honing in on the sound of his heart beating, the flicker of concern.

"Daniel is here, too. Makes you wonder who else they've brought to this place."

It goes unsaid between them, as heavy and dense as the cake from the party looked - Lestat.