"Gaylord, eh? I like it." No, Nicolas wasn't surprised. He'd been expecting something along that line. He leaned back, tapping his nails against the beer bottle in his hand. "You want me to play violin with you? I don't know if you're up for that." His smile was cute. Very cute.

Weird, in his memory William never registered as handsome. Cute, sure, in a puppy-like way. But something about this new Spike side of him made him transcend that. He didn't go around thinking guys were cute that often, given his heart and mind were ever so occupied by Lestat, but every now and then it happened anyway. "I sold my soul to the devil, you know. Now it's hard for everyone to keep up. Should have kept a piece of it."