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[transfundere]

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[malicieux]

I think she simply cannot accept a part of this cabin she is not able to enter and leave as she pleases. Her incessant pawing would ruin the woodwork.

[transfundere]

It could always be both, you realize.

[malicieux]

Are you an animal specialist as well as an accomplished doctor, dear Jonathan?

{ Fondly. Of course. }

A man of many talents.

[transfundere]

I may have done some research before bringing her home. I am a lover of books, after all.

[malicieux]

Perhaps I ought to make like a cat and emerge from my resting place to come drape upon you when it's time to sleep.

[transfundere]

You'd hardly get any rest, given my restlessness.

[malicieux]

A shame that should be the only reason. Though no doubt you'll sleep for days once all this is done.

[transfundere]

I may. When I gave my lectures, there were dinners and personal meetings and mingles and drinks and it was a whirlwind of light and faces and people and discussions and I remember when all of it was through, I would retire to my hotel room and sleep like the dead.

[malicieux]

I suppose there’s nothing I can do to ease the weariness I’ve played a part in causing.

[transfundere]

To know that you trust in my concern for you, as much for your happiness as for your safety, is all the ease I truly need. In some sense, I am paradoxically glad for this mess if only to convince you that I believe you to be worth this and far more.

Thank you for trusting me.

I also think I may have gained a friend in your Mr. Caffrey. He was asking me about ways he might make blood more enjoyable for you, I believe?

[malicieux]

I do trust you.

{ Which, considering Lestat makes it a point to not trust almost anyone, is something of a big admission for him. }

Ah, yes, the blood. There is nothing about blood I find not enjoyable but I won't deny his flights of fancy. He made some curious little things. I saved some for you, should you ever return to myself and dear Lottie.

[transfundere]

[ Perhaps less sharp ears might not hear, the soft sound of unnecessary exhale that speaks only of his relief and pleasure at hearing those words, how much they truly mean to him. ]

In truth, I intend to return home now. Mr. Bright is up and around and doing as he likes, my shift is over and I can perhaps arrange schedules properly to ensure all of us in one place once I have collapsed.

And perhaps tried your strange desserts. Perhaps I am young yet, but I do miss the culinary arts.

[malicieux]

I cannot say anything I ate before becoming a vampire was particularly inspiring. At least there’s romance in the horror of blood drinking. You may be more inclined towards these treats than I.

[transfundere]

I will have to see. Tell me what he made?

[malicieux]

I believe he called it a blood tofu, as well as a honey blood cake.

[transfundere]

...I admit to some fascination.

'Tofu'? Do you know what that might be?

[malicieux]

To the best of my observation, it's a sort of coagulated blood thing.

{ He's back to sounding as mildly perplexed as he had been to even see the treats in the first place. }

[transfundere]

...I've done my own experimentations with blood. I'll at least give it a go.