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This is every night spent with Lestat, truly.
I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration.
That is true, I suppose. The rest of your time is spent fawning over nude photographs of your mother, of which I loathe finding around the house.
Lestat interrupts his bedtime story with an interlude of self-adoration
hoping that Louis will pet him or kiss him to shut him up! #Tactical immaturity
~#Another typical night at the Rue Royale~