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I am lord and master of my own island, I am the Devil’s minion and he grants my every wish.

(ARMAND) Louis thinks I’m boring. (DANIEL) I have charley horse, left leg. (ARMAND) Do you find me boring? (DANIEL) No.

As soon as he’d reached the ancient house, a stillness had descended. No guards here. No one living. Only the sudden silent appearance of Armand before the entrance. Armand again.

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(ARMAND) Probably Rashid confused them. (ARMAND) “In high school, you told a girl you’d only do her if she had a paper bag over her head. She agreed, and you–”

“All right, I’ll call Paris for you. But you pay the bill.” “But of course,” Armand had said innocently. He had drawn dozens of hundred-dollar bills out of his coat, sprinkling them on Daniel’s bed.

Once Armand had dragged Daniel out of bed in New Orleans and shouted at him: “That telephone, I want you to dial Paris, I want to see if it can really talk to Paris.” “Goddamn it, do it yourself,” Daniel had roared.

(DANIEL) So… Were you two the only ones who survived the fire at the theater? (ARMAND) You weren’t provided any information about the fire in our archives. (ARMAND) “But it’s enterprising. Is that what makes you fascinating?”

“It can’t hurt you. It would have already—” The short, derisive laugh again, barely audible. A telepathic laugh? “Your faith touches me as always, but don’t be my acolyte just now.”

“For all that’s happened, Lestat is to blame.” “A real devil among devils.” Daniel laughed softly. With a subtle nod, Armand acknowledged the little jest wearily. He even smiled.

(ARMAND) Even his transgressions are ordinary, Louis. The pinhole’s closing back up. (DANIEL) Okay, it’s you who’s fascinating! You can read minds, right?

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He wasn’t quite sure how long it had gone on before he stopped running, though the night itself was quite impossible to forget.

(DANIEL) And you weren’t feeling Lestat in the room? (ARMAND) No. And I was not aware he was as present as it seems he was. But looking back on it now, I can understand it.

“You think you can drive me crazy, don’t you?” Daniel had snarled. “Well, you can’t. Let me tell you. Every time I lay eyes on you, I realize that I didn’t invent you, and that I’m sane!”

(ARMAND) In high school, you told a girl you’d only do her if she had a paper bag over her head. She agreed, and you did it, even as she cried. A splinter of coldness in you. Is that what makes you fascinating? (DANIEL) My legs are starting to cramp.

“I didn’t know what you wanted,” Armand confided, the smile becoming absolutely ecstatic. “So I ordered everything that they had.”

“I’m not hungry, let’s get out of here,” Daniel had answered weakly. Yet suddenly dish after dish was being placed on the table; everyone was staring.