"Oh, don't start to think you want me. What's next, will you convince yourself you could stand my company?" Nicolas walked toward Lestat and knelt down in front of him, his hands curled into fists he wouldn't look at.

"I wasn't made for you and you're not made for me." Strange to be the one speaking reason and it didn't quite sit right with him, so he found himself laughing. "You'll never know how much I wanted to be. But it's not me you're waiting for, with this rock star act and the book you wrote."