It was darker and colder here, with the oaks closing out the moon, and I loved it. I loved the pure darkness! I stood there with my hands shoved into my pockets looking at the faint faraway aureole of light hovering over London; and laughing to myself with irrepressible glee.
"Oh, that was wonderful; that was perfect!" I said, rubbing my hands together; and then clasping Louis’s hands, which were even colder than mine.
The expression on Louis’s face sent me into raptures. This was a real laughing fit coming on.
"You’re a bastard, do you know that!" he said. "How could you do such a thing to that poor man! You’re a fiend, Lestat. You should be walled up in a dungeon!"
"Oh, come on, Louis," I said. I couldn’t stop laughing. "What do you expect of me? Besides, the man’s a student of the supernatural. He isn’t going to go stark raving mad. What does everybody expect of me?" I threw my arm around his shoulder. "Come on, let’s go to London. It’s a long walk, but it’s early. I’ve never been to London. Do you know that? I want to see the West End, and Mayfair, and the Tower, yes, let’s do go to the Tower. And I want to feed in London! Come on."
"Lestat, this is no joking matter. Marius will be furious. Everyone will be furious!"
My laughing fit was getting worse. We started down the road at a good clip. It was so much fun to walk. Nothing was ever going to take the place of that, the simple act of walking, feeling the earth under your feet, and the sweet smell of the nearby chimneys scattered out there in the blackness; and the damp cold smell of deep winter in these woods. Oh, it was all very lovely. And we’d get Louis a decent overcoat when we reached London, a nice long black overcoat with fur on the collar so that he’d be warm as I was now.
"Do you hear what I’m saying to you?" Louis said. "You haven’t learned anything, have you? You’re more incorrigible than you were before!"”