There is a logical answer, isn't there? Claudia's diaries, proudly displayed at the trial.

But as Lestat wonders, so does Louis. Armand commenting upon his open mind, the lessons that had never quite materialized. Things that could be gotten, no from Louis' mouth, but his unguarded thoughts. That night in the cafe alone—

Guilty claws dig in at his belly. Louis' jaw works, tensing as he suppresses the swell of his reaction. Compresses it. Stays quiet for a long moment, before speaking again.

"You just said the words. Like they wanted."

Anger. Agony.