Lestat,
Tonight. Meet me at the inn. The same as before. I've something important to discuss with you. Remember not to be late.
Nicolas
Nicolas watched Lestat enter, one of the first to populate the small common room. He grinned inwardly. Lestat's passion for how he played was refreshing. Nicolas loved having raving fans of his art, although he created it from himself. "Selfish bastard I am, teasing these people with my music. I'm a siren." He smiled more at that thought. He brought the violin to rest on his shoulder and dragged the bow across it. He launched into the piece, catching every eye. Lestat's particularly. Oh tonight he'd get a surprise.
Nicolas was dying to leave for Paris. And he wanted Lestat to join him.