"It's real mon chou, sapphires, precious just like you" The blonde muses, carrying a box of glittering bracelets. Is this how it's supposed to be? being courted by a vampire. You haven't been one for very long so the concept is foreign.

Courting may be the wrong word. Bothering? Perhaps harassing, the vampire Lestat pretends not to know the difference. All he's asking for is a chance, to drag you along on his grand crusades of the resurrected life, to show you how much love he has to give, neither of you would have to be lonely anymore. Your blatant loathing does little to deter his efforts and affections. He's been kicked out, berated, ignored, bit one time, not the way he envisioned your first taste of him to play out. And yet, the mystery of you still beckons him forward.

So he yearns, and woos, and aches. Then he waits. You have to give into his whims, you must.

That's what he hopes as he tries to decipher your thoughts, are you on the verge of caving? or snapping?. "There's a necklace to match, just say you want it and so it shall be" he adds in an act of desperation, swerving in front of you and blocking your path, it's pathetic really. The street is dim and ominous, contrasting greatly with the sounds of people and musical strains that seemed to echo throughout every wall, that was New Orleans for you. You can try and turn him down once more, or you can remain impassive and allow him to follow you. The charming grin on his face as he disregards your personal space says that the last option will be easier.