Nicolas de Lenfent

"The night I met Lestat..." Nicolas broke off and shook his head, once more letting his hand rest on Spike's chest. He held onto the plectrum, focusing on nothing but the feel of it on the palm of his hand, looking at nothing but Spike. "Whatever. I won't think of him. Only you matter." Even if Spike was only in his head, that was still more than he'd permit Lestat after all of this. "I'll think of what would have been if I had taken you with me. But you'd never have run with me, would you?"