[ Lestat smiles, just a little, enough to make it clear how much he appreciates that small reassurance, that Louis is somewhat healed if not entirely. ]
Very well, then.
[ As if he needs telling twice. His movements are gentle so that he doesn't dislodge Louis' hands on him as he starts to undress him. Though Louis looks quite the sight like this - dampened by the rain dripping from his hair and the hem of his shirt, his make-up running, his body quivering from the cold - Lestat can't help but find him still so beguiling. ]
It seems it was a good thing after all that I dressed you in so little, don't you think?
[ A small grin as he starts to manoeuvre the fishnet over-shirt up Louis' body and off, taking the small t-shirt beneath it along with it. With his chest and the wound marring it fully on show, Lestat can't resist brushing the perimeter of it ever so slightly with his fingertips, brows knitting just a little at how it still seems so raw and slick with congealing blood, but soothes himself by shifting his glance toward Louis' face. ]
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Very well, then.
[ As if he needs telling twice. His movements are gentle so that he doesn't dislodge Louis' hands on him as he starts to undress him. Though Louis looks quite the sight like this - dampened by the rain dripping from his hair and the hem of his shirt, his make-up running, his body quivering from the cold - Lestat can't help but find him still so beguiling. ]
It seems it was a good thing after all that I dressed you in so little, don't you think?
[ A small grin as he starts to manoeuvre the fishnet over-shirt up Louis' body and off, taking the small t-shirt beneath it along with it. With his chest and the wound marring it fully on show, Lestat can't resist brushing the perimeter of it ever so slightly with his fingertips, brows knitting just a little at how it still seems so raw and slick with congealing blood, but soothes himself by shifting his glance toward Louis' face. ]
Does it still hurt?