And any member of the Coven of the Articulate would be very quick to confirm that. Lestat lived for breaking rules--any and all of them. He might regret it later, but he never thought about that in the moment. And he never, or rarely, thought about the consequences.
Lestat noticed the way she moved him in and out of her kind, so easily, whenever it seemed to suit her. That was interesting. He supposed he did that, too. He would not, for example, really allow danger to come to Eric. Not in this place. But outside of the City, if there was a choice between identifying with Eric and, for example, someone like Jesse...
He rubbed his hands along the cup in front of him, grabbing the warmth from it.
"It was pointed out to me that reading the minds of everything and everyone in my way is rude and intrusive," he said. "I've been trying not to do that. I am, after all, not without manners." He winked.
And then he did it anyway.
He skimmed the minds of every other vampire in the place. And he did see what Pam meant.
"Well, that's enlightening," he said. His voice sounded dejected, like he'd been disappointed by what he'd found.