Had there been someone more interesting to Lestat in the crowd of theatre-goers, or someone he cared about more than just peripherally, he would not have gone after Beauty.
As it was, the girl needed a bit more faith in herself. She looked like that, he thought, and figured she even *needed* to ask to be followed?
Lestat went after her, careful to keep a human pace. The last thing he wanted right now was a crowd of people gasping and wondering what the hell he was.
He stopped just short of Beauty and arched an eyebrow. "Madame," he said, by way of greeting. "What is it I can do for you?" Did she know he could read her mind? "You seem a bit..." The vampire tilted his head, searching for the proper word.