Even with his impeccable sense of direction, Lestat still found the ship a bit...hard to navigate really. It was simply to big, to many coridoors that seemed to changed every time the undead being turned around. Still, it amused him, as most things did. More so because of the various rooms he'd found, one of which reminded him of the old days with Marius, at least until invaded his thoughts. He'd been quick to put the violin down that he'd been inspecting with a small scowl.
So it hadn't taken him long to run into the younger man, the familiar smell of smoke assaulting his delicate senses. He could have easily attacked the man for a snack, with his inhuman speed it would have been easy, luckily for both of them Lestat did like to play with his food every now and again. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you."His voice was soft, bordering on amused as he stepped into sight, the faint trace of french accent still there if one had the right ear for it. "I hear smoking is bad for you mortals."he added, the corners of his lips curling up into a smile.