Well, Lestat can’t fault Neal for speaking the truth, can he?
“My first, and only, role was Lélio. Little more than commedia dell’arte, but I enjoyed the frivolity of it. It may not have been the grand playhouses of Paris, but I don’t know that I ever needed it to be.”
In truth, Lestat thinks if he could go back, he wonders if he would choose to have no part at all. If he hadn't been on the stage, his maker wouldn't have found him, and he would have perhaps lived his days out in contentment with Nikolas.
"I can't imagine any French actor who wouldn't want to perform Molière at the Comédie-Française. Perhaps Tartuffe, playing Valère or or Damis."
Neal smiles faintly, and says in French, "To sin in private is not to sin at all."
He looks out at the fake view, stomach turning suddenly at his own internal reminder that it's not really New York. He turns away from it. "I never could decide if I agreed with that statement, but I suppose the existence of a place like the Barge argues against."
"As a man who finds himself particularly hedonistic, I think there's no fun in sinning if others can't see you do it."
The corner of his mouth quirks up, attempting to lighten the mood a bit. He doesn't need to be able to read Neal's mind to see he's affected by something.
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“When I went to Paris, I started as a stagehand at the theatre until they needed a stand-in for an actor.”
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Neal leans against the wall next to the window. "What was your first part?"
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“My first, and only, role was Lélio. Little more than commedia dell’arte, but I enjoyed the frivolity of it. It may not have been the grand playhouses of Paris, but I don’t know that I ever needed it to be.”
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"If you could go back, though. Choose any part you wanted. Who would you play?"
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"I can't imagine any French actor who wouldn't want to perform Molière at the Comédie-Française. Perhaps Tartuffe, playing Valère or or Damis."
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He looks out at the fake view, stomach turning suddenly at his own internal reminder that it's not really New York. He turns away from it. "I never could decide if I agreed with that statement, but I suppose the existence of a place like the Barge argues against."
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The corner of his mouth quirks up, attempting to lighten the mood a bit. He doesn't need to be able to read Neal's mind to see he's affected by something.
"I've never been much for theology."