A sense of laughter, connected to something. Louis could unravel it further, maybe. He is older. Not as gifted in this arena as Armand, or even Lestat, but not incapable. He has some talent.

But no.

The laughter drifts between them, Louis' flicker of curiosity following in its wake. Set aside.

In the moment, following Daniel's lead. Trails him into the elevator, abandoning the pretense of speaking aloud to focus on their mental conversation.

Shall we disable the camera?

Just a thought.