"I don't believe that," she said, impulsively stepping forward, impulsively setting her hand on his chest. "I really don't, Lestat. Whatever you might have been before, whatever you think you are now, I'm telling you -- there's something else you constantly showed me, something good. Were I free, we would have changed each other, yes, but not, I think, for the worse."
She'd never, ever wish to give up Errol's hesitant caring for her - for she was sure, now, that he was warming to her - but there was regret in her for seeing that there could be no way she could prove what she knew to be true. What would he do?
"Stop trying to convince me that you're a monster, Lestat," she said tenderly. "I'll never believe you. Even when you leave me the thorniest roses in the City, I'll never believe you."