[ Delighted, Rafa presses in, stroking him more roughly when he feels the certainty of that arousal. He wraps around the shaft, stroking up to the tip which he lightly squeezes. Then he runs his thumbnail against Lestat's slit, eyes always on his face. ]

You would be beautiful. Who would take whom, I wonder? Would you make him yours, or give yourself to him?

[ Leaning in, he puts his lips against his ear. ]

Or would you take another together? Take them, drain them, make love to them. What a perfect partner he would be.