[ before, when they’d spoken, he hadn’t really been feeling like himself; now, when he extends a thought to her in the middle of the night (prime waking hours for him), he sounds a bit steadier. ]
How many minds can you sense at once, if you put effort into it?
voice (but really telepathy); un: lestat
How many minds can you sense at once, if you put effort into it?
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All of them, in a range. If it's crowded I'd have to focus, but I can count, shockingly enough.
You don't have a range, do you?
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[ and he has tried, only to earn a bleeding from the ears for his effort. ]
None of the other minds intrigue me so well, though.
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The way to a girl's heart is through her brain, Monsieur Lestat. I like flattery.
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Well, I don’t believe in empty flattery. Women so often see through it, regardless. The truth is a much better weapon when wielded.
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Are you saying you can’t compliment me and be truthful?
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I’m saying when I compliment you, you’ll know it’s the truth. For instance, I very much enjoy having your pretty voice in my head.
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It’s the French accent, isn’t it?
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Though you’re more than welcome to speak in any tongue you like.
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Hm. ( considering that for a bit, thoughts turned over like the spin cycle on a washing machine. ) Do you know other languages?
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Passable in Italian. [ he has his mother to thank for that, but now seems like the wrong time to mention gabrielle. ]
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Ah, bellissimo. I had in my mind that all you ancients and immortals just sat around on Duolingo all day.
( was his vampirism a secrets. oopsie. )
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