[This one becomes more interesting with every passing second. He groans right into the kiss without a trace of shame. Something he's really never had to begin with anyway. His hand hold that throat, only making sure that he doesn't strangle him in the process, as his other hand grips him firmly. He moves with the grinding against it, bites back in the kiss.

When this pretty thing pulls back, he's not breathless himself but he is smirking. Because this...this is something he's been missing during his time here. This pure touch of utter sin. The filthy words spilling from this luscious mouth making him want to shove him against a wall to do all those lovely things he's talking about.

Every. Single. One.

And Lestat laughs as he moves closer to him, as he keeps moving. As he walks him towards a wall. A post. Anything really. He just wants a flat surface to shove him against in that moment.]

I have a feeling that you know my answer to that. In fact, I have a feeling you want the answer that I would give. So it makes me wonder in turn if I should give you that or deny you to see what would happen.

[This time when he laughs those fangs are shown off in such a way that it's clear he's the predator he acts as. The monster come to feast on the meal before him in any way he sees fit.]

And yet, I do want you as mine. In so many ways imaginable. I would make you mine and have you love me. Just as I would love you.

[Somewhere in the back of his mind he can imagine Armand complaining about this later. It's a rather beautiful thought actually.]