Re: Still inside (Errol, Eric, Lestat)
Lestat rolled his eyes.
If there was one thing he despised, it was having to play nice and pretend he could not hear what was going on in hushed tones, both inside and outside. He could read minds, for fuck sake. And people knew it. You'd think they'd give up the pretense.
He dropped his head backward dramatically and sighed, just for the effect of it. Then, with a bright smile, he turned back around to the others still inside.