[ As a vampire, Lestat recognizes that his presence can be unassuming enough until he wishes it to be otherwise, and there are times when he often wields his power to frighten more intentionally, if only for the sake of his own amusement. Here, however, he feels no such compulsion, and any startle he evokes is not something he's inclined to remark on. For Lestat, this isn't an hour he expects to see many of the estate's current guests, especially in the wake of such a raucous party, but the young man before him certainly doesn't look any worse for the wear. ]

Isn't there a saying about history always being written by the victors?

[ He's resting his elbow on one of the chair arms, his hand settled close to his face as one finger gently strokes beneath the line of his own mouth — the faint hint of a smile present, there and then gone. ]

I suppose it's not the worst choice, if you're intentionally trying to put yourself to sleep.