Lestat was perched on the back of the bench, sitting there atop it like a gargoyle-- and equally motionless. He did not even blink when John Coffey sat down next to him.
He'd met this body, but not this mind. This mind had immense knowledge, but it had no idea. This mind had healed River Tam.
Lestat smiled.
A black, old-fashioned, long-cut frock coat flowed behind him, and his blond hair was tied back with a black silk ribbon. The vampire had moments where he longed for everyone to dress like this again. This was one of them.
He'd sat here, missing Mona Mayfair and applauding himself silently for what he'd done to Aeon Flux. Straws.
Lestat laughed. And he turned his head, eyes shining in the dark, and smiled at John Coffey.