You should know I adore you despite my arrogance, cheri. Call it a wall to hide my fragility behind upon gazing at your beauteous face. But this is what makes me Lestat, oui? Impossible Brat Prince and snooty Aristocrat at large. I am, who I am. And a charred maison is not enough to rid yourself of me. I've five other (much more gauche) quarters in the city. (snort)
To make it up to you, I have composed a piece in your honor, on my violin. I call it "Le Fleur Sur De Point Du Lac"
(plays a sombre yet dramatic serenade)
(opens eyes softly)