He smirked. Bella was a fitting name, considering its meaning. Lestat himself often wished he had a name that meant something. All his was was a collection of letters representing each of his brothers--long dead, and not really all that fun while they were still breathing.
He could hear her heart hammering and her blood racing. That was... interesting. He hadn't even done anything. Yet.
Was she really that shy? She seemed ready to melt into her chair.
"Am I making you nervous?" His eyebrows furrowed. "There's nothing to be nervous about. I like to try to meet people. I've been here too long. And unfortunately--or fortunately-- no one I really know is stuck here with me."