merciful-death: “Prediction: Lestat is guilty of this and after three hundred pages of him attempting modern slang, he’s finally crowned Pope Lestat.”

LOUIS: What the hell is this? (picks up vial from coffee table)
LESTAT: Oh, that. Just something I picked up somewhere.
LOUIS: (opens it, sniffs) Is that blood? A mortal’s blood?
LESTAT: FUCKING HELL, LOUIS, IT’S A HOLY RELIC, YOU’RE TAINTING IT!
LOUIS: I’m tainting it??! Oh no! Now I’m COMPLETELY damned… *rolls eyes*