He heard the laughter through the outer doors before he saw the man he'd been addressing.
A taxi? Lestat laughed, and the laugh sounded quite tired. "Of sorts," he answered. He raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to assume you have a sharp implement of some kind. Very sharp. Potentially large." He nodded toward his restraints.
Lestat figured they had perhaps five minutes before someone walked past. He wasn't certain of that, however. Maybe it was ten. Regardless, the unlucky passerby would be in for a surprise. Not just Castle. No. A tired, angry vampire in need of a recharge.
Just now, the hallways outside Lestat's room and outer chambers were clear.