It was a good thing that Lestat knew she did not mean to out him as a vampire in any kind of malicious way. Still, there would have to be a small chide later for introducing him as such. There were ways these things were done.
Nothing showed in his face other than his already pleasant expression.
He nodded to Errol, and offered the flowers to Honour with a small wink and a slight formal bow.
"Sherwood Florist," he said ti Dinah, with a chuckle. "I'll have to remember that one. Just for the clever name."
His eyes moved to Fred, slowly, since she'd been last on the list. There was something endearing about how awkward she was. It made him wonder what the Blood would do for that awkwardness.
"So this is your bookstore," he said, eyes going back to scanning the shelves. He much preferred smaller book sellers to the giants like Barnes and Noble. Anyone with tables devoted to people like Stephenie Meyer should be, by rights, strung up.
He clasped his pale hands behind his back and began a slow pace toward one of the shelves.