LESTAT IS ENSNARED BY THE BEAUTIFUL YOUTH with such unwavering intensity that he doesn’t even attempt to hide it at all , as his lips hover and graze over the upward span of a neck that he was gently nipping at before biting into moments ago , unrelenting in his lustful hunger for the sweetness that lay just beneath the surface of her flesh . The vampire had a palate so refined that it was difficult to find in this neck of the woods . A creature like him , one with his aristocratic tendencies , sought the thrill that came about through blood unlike a sugary treat - or perhaps even something flavoured like royalty , if his lust for blood was high enough and it had been too long . It seemed to him in this moment — her blood was as he remembered sweet delicacies from yonder years when he was just a boy , stealing hot cocoa from the stove in their kitchen . Lestat didn’t like to look back on his mortal life , as very few things made him look back with a smile , but the craving one would find in sugar did settle within him as he drank from her . A few drops was all he had allowed himself ; he enjoyed Lucy’s company and beauty , to even conceive of draining her completely . Softly , carefully , the tip of his nose brushes along her jawline before creeping a little higher over her cheekbone , then to her own nose . There is a distinct shift in the shade of his eyes in that moment - the brilliant blue having deepened to sapphire as his appetite has finally been sated . “ —Lucy .. “ he says , gently , voice barely above that of a whisper as his mouth parts slightly , “ You are enchanting . “