"Would that it were so." Was that how he'd finally held a violin again? Given with so much anger and hatred? Perhaps only fitting, so he didn't reject the gift yet. He just looked at Lestat and looked for his own rage. It wouldn't come right now, so he stayed calm. What else was there to life but Lestat judging him for who he was?

"Will I have to wait for the sequel or do you dare to tell me how horrid I am to my face?"