Lestat really didn't care if people thought he was fiction. He'd orchestrated it that way after all, hadn't he? He'd found himself a writer to tell his story, spent time with her, and there it was. If Maggie was actual fiction, that wouldn't surprise him.
So many people here were.
Lestat was beginning to get the impression that, if Maggie were from his world, she'd have been the type to show up to his rock shows.