Lestat started laughing, and that died down to a bright grin.
"Nope. All I asked of him was that he abide by some rules--more lenient rules than he was following in Sunnydale, for that matter. He thought I was... what were the words?" He narrowed his eyes, remembering. "I believe it was something like a 'stuffy, self-important git.'
He sighed, and smiled again. "I know you're a witch. And you are the Willow that re-ensouled him."
Lestat listened to what she said, though. This Willow sounded like she was from before the other one.... or after? Her version of things wasn't the same as what he'd seen happen, what he knew had happened--at least, in the City.