Neal blinks in surprise at the request, setting his wine on what would be the kitchen table if he actually had a kitchen. He comes over to Lestat, holding his bandaged hand out palm-up, intrigued and a little apprehensive. A little hopeful for that closeness that comes with Lestat feeding.
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Neal blinks in surprise at the request, setting his wine on what would be the kitchen table if he actually had a kitchen. He comes over to Lestat, holding his bandaged hand out palm-up, intrigued and a little apprehensive. A little hopeful for that closeness that comes with Lestat feeding.
“What are you going to do?”