( Louis dozes off a little waiting for Lestat, and when he wakes, he can't tell whether it's been seconds or minutes. The rain is still drumming on the roof and windows, and a growl of thunder sounds somewhere in the distance, but it only feels all the more warm and safe in their bed.

Louis blinks and stretches his legs and smiles up at him, and when Lestat comes to lay at his side, Louis reaches out to run his fingers along the inner V of the robe. The silk makes a quiet rushing sound beneath his touch that he quite likes, and he follows it by touching those same fingertips to Lestat's bare chest beneath the open fall of the robe, finding his heartbeat and settling there. )

Romantic as always.

( His smile turns slightly rueful, and he lifts one shoulder in a shrug. )

I can't take offense to a glass when it already comes in bottles. I know you wouldn't do it mockingly.