"I actually, since arriving in The City, have had little call to play any kind of game." Outside of Aeon Flux, he'd been pretty good--and pretty bored. "Reality is either preventing me from doing that or much, much more fun than I could possibly make it by embellishing in any way."
So maybe you shouldn't piss me off. He wasn't even really trying to piss her off.
He smiled. That was cute. "I KNOW," he said, impatiently. "I saw what you did. And even if I hadn't, I can feel it." He shrugged.
"See, Ms. Rosenberg, when Spike arrived here, he did not have a soul. You--a black-haired you with a..." Lestat gestured to his face "... sort of a veiny thing going on here... put his soul back into him, presumably because he was stepping out of line, I've honestly no idea. It involved an orb of some kind and big psychic ripple. Then Spike went a little bit crazy."
He waited a beat. "I hear that's something normal for those kinds of... us... when that happens."