Lestat grinned back.

"Much as I think they're very nice, no boob groping is necessary."

He very seriously hoped Karen was drunk. Because that meant he would get to be drunk, and that had not happened in a very long time. There was a slow nod.

"A bite. And a drink."

To show her he was serious, Lestat arched an eyebrow and rolled his sleeve up slightly so that the blue veins in his wrist were visible, tapping a finger against them.

"It's not entirely pleasant or unpleasant. Actually, part of it would hurt like hell. But that fades."

The grin came back. He'd been here before and would be here again, he was sure. Immortality drove Lestat to very strange things.