Lestat didn't ever assume other vampires were stupid. Except Spike. He was pretty sure Spike was dumb as a bag of hammers. But aside from that, most vampires were chosen for a reason. Looks were a part of it, sure. But vampires that weren't newborns were simply not that stupid. Or they'd be dead.
He did not like what this one had said, about the boy not being able to remember. He himself was guilty of saying things such as nothing here is wrong, go along on your way... the power of suggestion. Yes. But he at least closed the puncture wounds he made in his victim's necks, when it was he needed to feed.
He'd never be able to tell you.
Lestat arched an eyebrow. His face took on a slightly more cruel cast. This was a face Louis had described at length, thousands of characters in a paperback novel.
A reason to care? Lestat held back a fit of the giggles. Mr. Older Vampire was so over the top.
"To me?" He smiled, very slowly. "There's very little anyone can do to me." Lestat left it at that. "I simply prefer things to run smoothly, with minimal fuss and minimal investigation. Peace, if you will."
A thing about respecting his elders? Now he did laugh. "Oh, you really have no idea." He smiled so broadly during the laughs his fangs showed.
He attempted to skim the vampire's mind, very carefully. This was... odd. There were thoughts here, and he could feel them, but he couldn't quite reach them. He got the feeling he may be able to... but not right now.
"Give you?" The smile dulled to a smirk. "That's interesting. I have no intention of giving you anything, or doing anything for you." As for elder, Lestat was still quite confident there was not much this one could do to him he couldn't heal. Akasha's blood ran in his veins. Christ's blood.
He'd bet most of New Orleans this guy didn't have that.
"I don't believe that my worldview is the same as yours. Or even my world, for that matter. I'd simply like it if we could coexist without causing havoc for one another." He waited a beat. "Havoc is really quite tiring."