Lestat was second vampire to no one, but he didn't say anything or allow his slight amount of absurd pride show on his face.
He did not miss the expression. He hoped that Maggie's vampire was one he'd met, one he at least marginally trusted, or he was going to have to spend a lot of time making sure Maggie was safe.
The things she was saying, though...
Maggie was... something was very wrong.
It wasn't that she'd met Hannibal Lecter and liked it. Lestat liked Hannibal a great deal. He considered him a friend. And even as a human being, one who Hannibal could rip apart, Maggie might still like him. He was a charming kid.
It was the crowded street part. It was the dog walking part.
Lestat was going to regret asking, but he said he would ask and not take. He'd said it not a moment ago.
"...you like this place?" He looked around. The City was alright. But compared to the freedom of where he was from? Here he was confined, within walls, and people disappeared left and right.
"Why? I've never heard many say that. Most of us miss our freedom. Miss being able to leave a place at will, miss not being at the mercy of shifting streets..."