"Oh, fuck off. I'd rather you compared me to Claudia." Nicolas rolled his eyes, but even so there he was, on top of Lestat again at the blink of an eye and licking the traces of tears off his face. He was pathetic, but even just coming here made that much obvious, he might as well go all out. Speaking evidently didn't work well for him, so he stayed silent now, gloved fingers running through Lestat's hair slowly, carefully, treasuring the moment.