Lestat giggled to himself. Quietly. Although... that didn't really matter. No one could see him. He was doing one of his gargoyle impersonations, and now that there was a castle... that was quite easy. The vampire was unmoving, high up, and completely silent.
Almost.
Lestat the turret. That was even funnier than this broad being Queen. Lestat half hoped she'd see him and ask him to bow. There was only ever one Queen he'd bow to.
And she'd lost her head.
Ohhh this was going to be entertaining. Then it occurred to him... he had a title. Should he want to be in the service of the Queen...
... well, wasn't she obligated to take him?
But, no. For now he'd watch. He got a kick out of Harley. He wished she were smarter... he got MORE of a kick out of Joker. But either way...