[Armand still isn't sure about anything Lestat is saying. It feels like a trick but he doesn't think his lover would listen. Really, Lestat was listening far more than he usually did. Armand didn't want to push his luck.

He shakes his head and leans into the touch.] I don't like that David of yours. For such an intelligent man, he's an idiot. If it wasn't for the fact he was your fledgling, I may have considered teaching him the hard lesson of not judging by appearance. Lestat, he tried to talk about how pretty I looked and was then surprised when I got irate with him. [He presses a kiss to Lestat's hand before biting one of his fingertips to suck the blood that comes from it.

His eyes meet Lestat's as his tongue swirls around the finger and he speaks telepathically:] I fed in front of him. I wasn't so pretty after that.