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He [Lestat] stared at me as if I frightened him, and he a man of six feet and I a child no more than half that, at best. “Am I beautiful to you?” I demanded. […] He was in a dreadful state. I thought he’d pull away, laugh, flash his usual brimming colors. But instead he dropped to his knees before me and took hold of both my arms. He kissed me roughly on the mouth. “I love you,” he whispered. 

Claudia’s Diary (The Queen of The Damned)