Neal, perhaps unadvisedly, drains the glass, setting it aside for the moment. He shifts on the couch to lie against Lestat, lounging on the other man the way they did when Neal was in his cabin during the warden flood. “Is it part of the process, the…”

It’s strange, how much more comfortable he is with innuendo than actual discussion. He closes his eyes, resting his ear against Lestat’s chest so he can hear the vampire’s heartbeat. “How good it feels when you grab me?”