[ Lestat's eyes go round and sparkle with something indescribably pure as Louis speaks. Getting his typically so serious Louis to play along with this scene has made him happier than he thought it would, and it's so very easy to be whisked away into the warm improvised fantasy. Louis is surprisingly good, not a single trace of uncertainty or reluctance in him, and even if it's because Lestat is almost certain he's said these exact words before, it's still maddeningly refreshing to have him let loose like this, just a little. ]

That isn't a no, my love.

[ Urged onwards by the praise paid to his excellent taste, Lestat wheels Louis around by the tether he has on his hand until his back is to the couch, and then promptly pushes him down by the shoulders to sit. ]

But I won't settle for your reluctant acceptance. I want you feel as much love for this set as you do for me. [ He strides around the back of the couch, hand trailing an appreciative path from its arm to the back of the seat, to Louis' shoulders where he squeezes the fine line of them as if appraising the craftsmanship of him, too. ] Well, perhaps not an equal amount. But at least enough that you let your qualms about the cost drop, just this once. I've been very well-behaved as of late. [ A tiny pause, but enough of one that it's poignant. ] Haven't I?