[It almost looks like Lestat dozes off as he listens based on how still he goes. But he's listening, taking it all in. He loves hearing the way that Louis speaks French. It's so... Like home. Like walking the streets of their beloved New Orleans.
It makes him smile as he lets the words hang over him like a pleasant and welcoming blanket.]
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It makes him smile as he lets the words hang over him like a pleasant and welcoming blanket.]