[Neal opens the door as soon as Lestat knocks. His eyes are no longer that bright blue of transformation, but his teeth are still a little sharper than is normal for a vanilla human. He can still, very faintly, feel the tie between himself and Lestat. Another day and he'll be... healed? Better? He shakes his head to ward off the question and stands back to let the other man in.
He doesn't have a veranda any more, now that the flood is over, but he does at least still have the view of New York City from his floor-to-ceiling window-that-should-be-a-door.]
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He doesn't have a veranda any more, now that the flood is over, but he does at least still have the view of New York City from his floor-to-ceiling window-that-should-be-a-door.]
Wine? Whisky?