“You wish,” he counters, even though sometimes he kind of wishes, too. He loves Chrissy and would never do anything to hurt her, but now and then, he’s definitely had some dirty thoughts about Lestat. It probably comes with the vampire territory, he thinks, although this is also not the point and he slaps on the store room light to bring his focus back.

“This is serious, man, and I’m gonna tell you something and I need you to not like, rip my head off or anything in response.” He looks at Lestat sternly, as if he could do anything to prevent violence if Lestat really wanted to hurt him. “Don’t shoot the messenger and all that, right? I’m telling you about this because you’re my friend.”