The tea sat steaming, forgotten in its vessel. No mathematical prowess was needed to add two and two. Mssr. de Lioncourt had said many things tonight that she didn't understand, but she caught enough of it to know that he was claiming not to be human. And he was claiming that Eric wasn't, either. She breathed quietly, slowly, expecting to wake up. But that was foolish and she had never been a fool. Even as she denied the possibility, her mind was attributing Eric's strangeness to his alleged nature. And Lestat's.