"Invisible?" Lestat pursed his lips. "I cannot imagine such a thing. And no one is really invisible. I am sitting here, speaking to you, enjoying your company... you are not, ma chere, invisible."
He lifted his cup to pretend to drink.
"Have you been here long?" the vampire asked. He pushed gently at the corners of her mind, trying to find a crack. Was she naturally this... powerful? A witch, perhaps? No. She didn't feel like a witch. She didn't have that tickle that Rowan had, that Merrick had.