He smiled slightly when she touched his fang. There was not, that he could remember, another person who had done such a thing in his very long life.
Lestat made no effort to stop Honour. If she wished to stop kissing him, she could stop. He had no intention of ceasing to kiss her.
He did realize that if this were to be a regular thing, he was going to have to feed more. For a split second, he wondered what it would be like to feed on her, and stopped his thoughts in their tracks. No. Not now. Not this evening. Perhaps not ever.