( Louis' eyes are riveted to Lestat's mouth, and he finds himself mirroring the gesture without meaning to, tongue catching the last droplets clinging to his pinkening lips. There's a faint flush in his cheeks that wasn't there before, proof of the blood making its way through his system; there's none of the lingering ecstasy of the swoon leaving him, no, but some of the weakness in his limbs is fading, and he's no longer troubled by faint pins-and-needles under his skin.
He caps the bottle again, and lifts his eyebrows, only belatedly registering Lestat's words. )
Shall I throw myself into danger more often so that you can learn to dote on me?
( Louis says it so gently, and he touches Lestat's chest again as he leans in to kiss his lips. )
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He caps the bottle again, and lifts his eyebrows, only belatedly registering Lestat's words. )
Shall I throw myself into danger more often so that you can learn to dote on me?
( Louis says it so gently, and he touches Lestat's chest again as he leans in to kiss his lips. )