Lestat nodded. He would gladly escort the lady to dinner, so long as she provided him with something to go on as to her tastes.

Your kind.

Ah. Well, that was better than Babette's treatment of Louis, at least. 'Get thee behind me, Satan,' really did get old after a while. He considered how best to answer, quiet right down to his bones.

"Eric is not my kind," the vampire said simply. "It's a bit complicated but while we are similar we are not the same."

He'd promised Eric, too, that they had an accord. He would be breaking it to tell Honour how to harm him. But to protect?

"Steer clear of his club," Lestat said. "And the people who frequent it. Spend more time outside in the day time than you do at night." Eric had said destroying his heart would destroy him. "And... stakes. Stakes I think would kill him, if it came to that."

He smiled, briefly. "What type of food do you prefer? Where should I lead you?"

Eric would probably not appreciate this information being shared, but Lestat was hoping Honour would never have to use it, that staking a viking was not something she'd ever have to do.