Lestat smiled, very slightly. He thought of the times he and Claudia and Louis had moved around, to avoid attracting notice. The accents had never been a bother; a Frenchman in New Orleans had no trouble blending in. Louis had a Creole accent, even still.
Lestat missed those accents.
This portion of both of their stories was much the same.
"We did, as well. Until one of my fledgelings wrote a book." He shook his head. "The downward spiral, as they say, ended with my interesting and oddly successful rock career. No one batted an eye when I said I was a vampire, sang about being a vampire, and showed up on stage looking like a vampire." He grinned.
So much fun.
Eric did not like humans. Lestat had sort of suspected as much, based on the comments the other vampire had made when he'd first come into the club. It was sad that he was not in love with humanity the way Lestat was, but Lestat also knew most vampires were not. He considered it, in many ways, a handicap.
"Shifters?" The vampire crossed his arms over his chest, eyebrows drawn into a thin line. "What do you mean by that?" He ran through all the beings he knew of, in his head. "We have body thieves. Witches. Very powerful witches, at that. Demons. Angels. Taltos... Do you mean someone capable of changing their appearance entirely?"
He wished David were here. David would know. Lestat knew of a great many things, but David knew more than he did.