[Lestat doesn't blink at that. Food -- or what most people call food -- hasn't been a concern of his for some time, so paying a little bit for a meal feels fair. It's not like he pays for food, after all. He just takes it! Consensually. Most of the time.]

Fair enough. You have yourself a deal, monsieur.

[Taking one last drag off of his drink, he puts it aside on a nearby counter once it's emptied.]

Then I suppose the only remaining question is, which of us will be Marco and which will be Polo?