[ Rafa smiles, fascinated by the lascivious way in which Lestat speaks of sin. He's aroused by the idea of it, clearly. It reminds Rafa of the way he delights in calling himself a monster. He wants to be a devil. It suits him.

He lets his ears graze that ear, kissing it, before he nips it ever so gently with his fangs. His hand runs over his cock from root to tip, playing with it, and at the base, he lets his fingers squeeze and grope around his balls. ]

He would love it. He'd be as desperate for you as you are for him. He'd want you to bite him, and touch him. You would be the most beautiful creature he had seen. Then the two of you would delight others together. You were a dream for me, that first time. [ His voice drops to a whisper. ] Imagine the dream you could be together.