( The sight of Lestat on his knees for him makes Louis' heart catch, a sweet ache spreading through him from his chest to the tips of his fingers and toes. It's such a gentle, considerate act of service, something so at odds with the arrogant, headstrong persona that he typically shows to the world. Lestat's bowed head and the line of his shoulders make him look almost courtly for a moment, and Louis reaches down with one hand to push his fingers through rain-soaked golden curls. )

Yes, I think a full day's sleep will have me feeling like myself again, if not completely healed.

( He's quiet for a moment, soothed by the background hiss of water spraying against porcelain. He leans his weight against the sink behind him. )

If you're worried, you can put your blood to it again. But you should feed first. ( He lets out a slow breath, gathering his confidence, before he offers... ) If you can't bear the bottles, then let me have it that way for both of us, and you can take it from me.