We were talking. I asked a couple of questions and then you got real honest. About a lot of stuff I had no idea about.

[The heat remains in Louis's voice as he talks.]

And then you hit me with this.

[There's a click and then Lestat's voice plays,] You tell me to share myself with you, Louis, and when I do, you run. You ask for my honesty and then you hate me for what you hear. And you leave me for it, yet again.

Am I truly the only dishonest one of the two of us, mon mari?

[He takes a breath.] I don't hate you, Lestat.