"After my unfortunate incarceration, it's quite necessary," the vampire said. He was sure Hannibal would understand.
Mostly, that was because Lestat (and likely most people who knew Hannibal) didn't think of Hannibal as 'normal.' For one, normal was boring. But also, it took a rare kind of person to do the things he did--the legal things.
Like looking at flowers in the dark.
Briefly, Lestat thought of Nicki. Nothing in him betrayed this, but the thought had existed. It had happened.
Lestat still didn't feel completely like himself. He still felt slightly weak. There were slight circles around his eyes, and the eye he'd lost looked redder than normal. His eyes shone differently. The differences were subtle, but they were there.
"I needed to remind myself of who I was, after all of that."