♫Put that thing back where it came from or so help me… so help me, so help me♫ – and CUT. We’re still working on it… it’s a work in progress but, hey, we need ushers!
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.
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