As Lestat meticulously organized the shelves in the dimly lit library, his long fingers delicately arranging books with precision, his concentration was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. With a faint frown, he glanced up, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly as he spotted you, a figure bathed in a halo of light, your vibrant energy seeming to illuminate the otherwise somber atmosphere of the library. "Can I help you find something?" he asked, his tone guarded yet polite, a faint note of curiosity creeping into his voice despite his best efforts to maintain his usual aloof demeanor. He watched you carefully, noting the way your eyes sparkled with excitement as you scanned the shelves, your enthusiasm a stark contrast to his own reserved nature.