“You’re out of your mind,” Louis said.

“Don’t be so hasty,” I answered.

“You quote this idiot’s words to me? Destroy him. Put an end to him. Find him tonight if you can and do away with him.”

“Louis, for the love of heaven … ”

“Lestat, this creature can find you at will? That means he knows where you lie. You’ve led him here now. He knows where I lie. He’s the worst conceivable enemy! Mon Dieu, why do you go looking for adversity? Nothing on earth can destroy you now, not even the Children of the Millennia have the combined strength to do it, and not even the sun at midday in the Gobi Desert—so you court the one enemy who has power over you. A mortal man who can walk in the light of day. A man who can achieve complete dominion over you when you yourself are without a spark of consciousness or will. No, destroy him. He’s far too dangerous. If I see him, I’ll destroy him.”

“Louis, this man can give me a human body. Have you listened to anything that I’ve said.”

“Human body! Lestat, you can’t become human by simply taking over a human body! You weren’t human when you were alive! You were born a monster, and you know it. How the hell can you delude yourself like this.”

“I’m going to weep if you don’t stop.”

“Weep. I’d like to see you weep. I’ve read a great deal about your weeping in the pages of your books but I’ve never seen you weep with my own eyes.”

“Ah, that makes you out to be a perfect liar,” I said furiously. “You described my weeping in your miserable memoir in a scene which we both know did not take place!”

“Lestat, kill this creature! You’re mad if you let him come close enough to you to speak three words.”

I was confounded, utterly confounded. I dropped down in the chair again and stared into space. The night seemed to breathe with a soft lovely rhythm outside, the fragrance of the Queen’s Wreath just barely touching the moist cool air. A faint incandescence seemed to come from Louis’s face, from his hands folded on the desk. He was veiled in stillness, waiting for my response, I presumed, though why, I had no idea.

“I never expected this from you,” I said, crestfallen. “I expected some long philosophical diatribe, like the trash you wrote in your memoir, but this?”

He sat there, silent, peering at me steadily, the light sparking for an instant in his brooding green eyes. He seemed tormented in some deep way, as if my words had caused him pain. Certainly it wasn’t my insult to his writing. I insulted his writing all the time. That was a joke. Well, sort of a joke.

I couldn’t figure what to say or do. He was working on my nerves. When he spoke his voice was very soft.

“You don’t really want to be human,” he said. “You don’t believe that, do you?”