( Louis is briefly troubled by the mention of death and its fleeting nature, but he shakes it off as best he can. He agrees with her that the graveyard is only for show, and he nods seriously.

But then she mentions garlic and Armand, and he nearly laughs. )

Ah... those are mere superstitions, I'm afraid, though I appreciate the concern for my safety. But thankfully, Armand is a friend to me, and I am certainly in no danger from Lestat.

( Does he sound a touch romantic when he says that? Well. )