Guarded thoughts, carefully masked with centuries of practice, went through his mind. There was no way Edward could hurt him. Unless he bored him to death. But there was no reason to be rude about that and mentally slam the kid on the head with that, was there?
And they said he had no manners...
... in the 50's.
Lestat broke into a wide grin. Edward wasn't even making an ATTEMPT to hide from him that he was not human. Oh! Lestat loved it.
"Lestat," Lestat said, extending his hand and taking Edward's, and removing the sunglasses at the same time.
The skin felt wrong, but he didn't bat an eye. It should feel more like marble, more... well, okay. No one's skin felt like his. No one but he had drank from Akasha in such amounts. Let alone from Christ. The texture was different. And Edward obviously had an easier time passing for human than Lestat ever would. His hand probably felt like a vice, even to the other vampire. Almost all of his humanity was gone.