You can feel a pair of eyes watching you as you move through the saloon, watching your every move. One quick sweep of the room snares you in the gaze of a very beautiful, pallid man. His blue eyes slice through your soul, but they aren't scare you. He doesn't look away when your gaze meets, no; his lips curl up into a slight smirk and he continues to stare. Lestat isn't moving; he seems content to watch you for now. To find out more about you before he decides what to do with you. Or to you.