Lestat presses his lips together, his turn now to watch Neal.

“I … Have never really been known for making apologies,” he admits, which is a difficult thing but he’s not unreasonable. He likes Neal enough to give a glimpse of the cards usually held so close to his chest.

“Objectively, I know what I did is wrong, but I’d be lying if I told you I regret it. From my perspective, I’ve nothing to apologize for. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think your body could handle it.”