How long has it been since you've actually spent the night with a man out of your own will?

Oh, how shocked could you be? It's been years any man has had the decency to do a proper greeting.

Last time it happened, you were, what, four?

[...]

He was polite, gentlemanly, somewhat sly. He was different... different great.

It was just so refreshing, being treated respectfully and worthily. That was what you wanted.

[...]

He bowed down and kisses the back of hand, looking up at you with an interested, piercing gaze.

"Lestat de Lioncourt, mon chéri."