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Louis must think that she is blind, Claudia decided one evening. Or perhaps he forgets that I am not an actual doll, but a sentient, intelligent being.
“You and Lestat are lovers” she said, barely glancing up from her cards. His head raised at a speed which would have broken a mortal neck.
“I don’t think that word means what you think –“ he began
“You enjoy physical intimacy” she cut in.
“Claudia!” he shook his head “You misunderstand… we are not mortals. We do not..” he trailed off awkwardly.
She giggled, and returned to her game. The blindness was Louis’ own. She could see perfectly.