♛Lestat was contentedly supine on the couch when the barking outside increased. Ordinarily he’d just crank the volume on his music, but as he considered doing so, he caught the desperate plea, clearly from one of Louis’ cherished pets. He could sense the sharp pain the poor animal was experiencing, and leapt to his feet, scattering magazines.
Flying out the door, he found a troubling scene: an enormous and slobbering beast still snapping for Willow! The monster had her fresh blood and tufts of fur on his quivering jowls. Lestat didn’t believe in animal cruelty… but this creature was sorely testing his resolve.
He doesn’t seem like a friend of yours. Death penalty, Willow? Lestat asked her silently, the frightened look in her wide eyes burning him up inside.
where Lestat, Louis, and Claudia are walking through the streets, and Lestat is saying how much he wants a Creole to feed on. The following exchange then takes place:
Louis: Yankees are not to your taste?
Lestat: Their Democratic flavor doesn’t suit my palate, Louis.
As someone who was born and lived a good chunk of my childhood in Cambridge, Massachusetts (rather close to Boston), I blinked in surprise.
I was not aware we had a distinct flavor.
OH BUT WE DO.
I think Lestat’s deal is that he has the Mind Gift, and he can *see* his victim’s thoughts (a short reel of their lives, typically showing all the evil scenes prominently, as he targets evildoers) as he kills them. Perhaps as he drains them he can see that the evil they did may have been justified in some way by being Democrats? I don’t really know the political idealogy of immigrants to NOLA in the mid-19th century 😛
His comment was probably more to demonstrate that NOLA was getting gentrified and cleaned up, and the hipsters of that time were taking over, and Old Man Lestat was whinging about how they were ruining the character of the place and that they should get off his lawn, those damned kids!!!
Plus, it’s also kinda hilarious when you remember that Louis had such an enormous struggle killing people before, and now he’s fine with it, and even being totally fine with discussing taste and palette of kills!
Louis saying he wouldn’t “recommend” rats to Claudia, as if he were discussing any perfectly normal food-related topic with his daughter
I’m not that much taller. I’m a couple inches shorter than Lestat. Maybe 5 inches taller than Armand, when he’s not wearing heeled shoes, and the man owns a lot of heeled shoes.
Pros: I can make short jokes. Cons: I get punched for making short jokes.