I swung my arm around his waist... When he saw the stars, I felt him tense against me... But I was drifting now..., feeling him a snug yet weightless thing against me; just the pure presence of Louis, Louis belonging to me, and with me. And no burden at all.
I was so enthralled with the buttons on Lestat's black coat that I looked at nothing else for a long time. Then Lestat began to laugh, and I heard his laughter as I had never heard anything before.
"Stop looking at my buttons," Lestat said. "Go out there into the trees....and don't fall so madly in love with the night that you lose your way!"
"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!"
"Yes, I know," I said, loving to look at him, to see the anger pumping him so full of life. "And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!"
'I wish you would play the music,' I said softly, unobtrusively, but as persuasively as possible. Sometimes this worked with Lestat. If I said something just right he found himself doing what I'd said. And now he did just that.