"I've been reading a little, myself." he admitted, leaning back casually in his chair. The low light of the room gave him a slightly ethereal glow, only adding to the preternatural beauty he possessed. He smirked at Draco's question, crossing one leg over the other.
"I can assure you, mon jeune ami, anything I tell you about myself will be different than the other vampires here that aren't from my world. I suppose I could tell you that I am immortal and have been alive for nearly two hundred and fifty years, however. I was asleep for a hundred, though. The last time I woke up it was the year 1984 so I went underground somewhere around 1884."
Part of the reason the previous progenitors Akasha and Enkil had been destroyed was mainly due to Lestat's actions, but he wasn't about to tell that to this boy. Draco seemed to think Lestat was spilling the beans about himself easily, but he could play coy and vague when he wanted. He knew sooner or later Draco would find out about what he was, which was why he wasn't worried about telling him now. What was the point of hiding his nature? Surely someone was bound to notice Lestat slept all day and was awake all night.