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It was a walk, as usual, that brought Lestat to the mansion a bit earlier, a short conversation leaving him sitting in the main room pondering not really all that much at all. He smiles to himself as he plays absentmindedly with the ring on his right hand staring off out a window. A part of him knows he should seek out Louis once more as he had intended, attempt to mend things between them. For now he does not feel like going anywhere, the comfort of the chair more inviting than seeking out someone he is not sure he will find. Should anyone wish to speak to him, however, the company would certainly be welcome.