Lestat is simply lucky that, for the most part, his vampirism is fairly human-presenting. If it weren't for his eyes that seem to change icy shades of blue or purple or green depending on the light, or his glassy looking nails, there'd be nothing strange about him at all. Thanks to her look, however, Lestat assumes she can't be too dissimilar to him.

"Lestat de Lioncourt, recently of New Orleans," he replies, echoing her greeting with an easy and amused smile. "They bicker quite a lot. I tend to ignore it and then forget I'm trying to listen at all."