When Bella blushed, the scent of the blood under her skin flooded Lestat's senses. Were he a younger vampire with less self control, he'd be draining her on the spot. As it was, he sat a little straighter, paid a bit more attention to her. He still didn't know... what WAS it? What was it about her?
He couldn't take it. He couldn't.
"I don't think that's always the case," Lestat said. "There are good vampires. Definitely." He tilted his head, smirking. He would reveal himself, he would. But only in a way she could understand. And then he would get to the bottom of this.
"Have you ever read Anne Rice?" An eyebrow arched. "There's a character called Louis. He's quite loveable, quite 'good.'" The quotes were evident in the way he voiced the words. "I'd recommend reading her. But that aside... he can't be the only 'good' one, can he?"