[He feels a pang of affection, seeing that Louis has a few bags on hand that look untouched, that are presumably for his benefit. The sight of them, as well as Louis looking after him so attentively, glasses in hand, is heartwarming in its mindfulness.
As Louis puts down the glasses, Lestat steps behind him, wrapping his arms around Louis' waist and burying his face into his shoulder.]
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As Louis puts down the glasses, Lestat steps behind him, wrapping his arms around Louis' waist and burying his face into his shoulder.]
You are so very good to me, mon mari.
It makes me love you so very impossibly.