( Louis stands so close they're nearly shoulder to shoulder, and he gives Lestat's hand a brief squeeze. He's clearly impressed with the sofa when he sees it, admiring Lestat's fine taste as always, and he's so caught up in that admiration that it takes him a second or two to catch up with Lestat's little game. And then suddenly he brightens, his expression shifting from perplexed to delighted (and perhaps just a little bit sly). )

You are a bloodhound when it comes to tracking down luxuries. ( Was that wordplay intentional? No, but he's pleased with it nonetheless. ) It's magnificent, of course, I never doubted that. But I don't know, Lestat...

( He affects the serious tone he used to take when trying to lecture Lestat (and later, Claudia) about the value of money, how they couldn't just take whatever they pleased from their victims, but it had to be made legitimate through mortal means... Even then, Louis knew that it was mostly for his own sake, an attempt to make the three of them into some semblance of a mortal family. )

It may have to cut into our spending money for the month.

( Please tell him he's good at improv. )