"You're talking to the one that tried to feed entirely off of rats and chickens when you first made me. A blood bag couldn't be so bad now, could it? At least it's not dead blood."
Louis chuckled and stepped to the fridge, grabbing one bag for himself and set it onto the counter. He then stood beside Lestat, leaning against the counter with him to listen to him talk. His voice was mesmerizing. Velvety. It added to his charm.
"It's absolutely lovely here. Perhaps we can explore together. The library has already become my most favorite part of the hotel. Come keep me company, now and then. There's a piano there, and you know how much I love to hear your music. If only you had your violin, as well."
He then picked up the bag, handing it over to Lestat.
"Mind heating this up for me the way you did? I didn't bring a lighter with me, this time," he chuckled.