I saw for the first time the true lines of his old humanity in his face, the soft inevitable crinkles at the corners of his serenely folded eyes! And then suddenly I remembered two conflicting things and was
torn in agony: I remembered the powerful beating of her heart against mine and I hungered for it, hungered for it
so badly I tamed my back on her in the bed and would have rushed out of the room had not Lestat held me fast;
and I remembered her mother's face and that moment of horror when I'd dropped the child and he'd come into
the room?