Lestat chuckled, just once, and then stopped immediately. It was more like a chortle. But the bat voice was just absurd. Eric had to know that.
Gather my clothes...
"Yes, mon petite bat," Lestat said, picking up the pile of clothes and tucking them under one arm. Inside somewhere...
He still didn't want Eric to know where his home was. They might be cordial, but Eric could end his life easily. "Where is your club? I've seen flyers for it, it must be mostly empty at this hour. It's still early. And surely you've got an office or something there."
That seemed like the best idea, if he could just hold off being a peacock until he didn't have to carry anything anymore.