( Louis nuzzles into Lestat's touch, eyes soft and tender and fixed on his handsome face. His fingertips trace up and down over Lestat's heart, and his other hand comes up to stroke his face in a mirror of Lestat's touch on his cheek. )

It was because it was you. I know it.

( He says it with a quiet certainty. His eyes fall to the center of Lestat's chest for a moment, and he sighs. )

I don't know how to explain it. It wasn't like when Armand used his Mind Gift on me all those years ago. I wanted to obey you. It was as if... as if you were speaking to to my soul, to who you knew I wanted to be. Not coercing me, but bringing me back to myself.

( His brows pull together, and he looks back up to Lestat, a plaintive expression on his face. )

Does that make any sense, Lestat?