@devourcr - continued.
ah, how much he's heard that from nearly everyone around. ridiculous it was to try and get a reaction out of him, especially armand above all who desired his for centuries. lestat lived his life freely without apology, he happily preferred it this way. ridiculous ? he had to disagree, his life now, surprisingly a high that he couldn't control. as he stared into the face of angelic features and round brown eyes, underneath the innocent facade, the devil still lingered; a wicked deceiver. a faint smirk settled idly at the corner of his mouth. "mm, good question. still trying to figure that out. but know this, the purpose is still not you."
still to this day armand intrigues him and that's all he'll ever feel. "why the sudden curiosity armand." leaning back into the leather couch, legs extended, boots on the table. one thing is for certain, music became part of him. opera became an obsession those years ago, to which armand had witnessed first hand. "i enjoy what i do." it was his turn was it not ? to tell his version of events, share his life through his songs. "that's as simple as i can put it for you. what's the purpose of your visit."