"Vooodoo!" Lestat called out, rolling off the couch into the floor as he laughed, petting the dog, rubbing both his hands on the dogs fur. It was happy puppy time until he heard Louis. The drunk blood had a firm hold of him and it made everything better, even if he hated the dizziness, he was in a fine mood, fine enough that he had enjoyed the ride home with Claudia driving. Even trying to stand in the seat once and immitate Jack from Titanic... He had to be more careful about those drunks.

Lestat looked up from the floor. His smile was wide, his mouth always a little big for his face but it made the good mood just that much more projected... someone move the new coffee table.

"She's beautiful and brilliant, Sister death helped me hunt tonight." He spoke, as he propped his head on his palm, looking relaxed, happy and without any shame. Voodoo may love the pettings but even he;s smart enough to get up and run for the back door.