River Tam was not performing, even though sometimes, the ballet dancers were part of the operas. On nights when Lestat felt alone, he often went to the opera to people-watch.
And remember.
Program in one hand, eyes behind purple-lensed glasses, the vampire made his way through the doorway, stopping almost immediately as people milled around him, discussing the performance.
He turned his head very slowly toward where Beauty stood. This was something he'd practiced; the preternatural senses made movement far too rapid. Putting people at ease, people he wanted to be near, was more difficult when moving at speeds only a monster could.