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You invited me. I did not invite you.

[ his voice is crisp, acidic. lestat places his glass atop the table delicately. then takes a clipped step towards armand, then another.]

I can smell him on you, you know. Louis. Is this what you brought me here for?

[ his narrowed eyes are cold from this close up, one step away from truly breaching personal space. pupils small as of yet, but with tense shoulders and a clenched jaw promising escalation.]

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