Of course I love him. He, our Brat Prince so aptly named by Marius — how could I not? After he became human and I refused him the Blood, we made our peace once David was amongst us. Without his strength that now courses through my veins, I would never again have opened my eyes from the husk I became when he found me charred and grotesque in our Rue Royale quarters after Merrick's audience with Claudia's soul. [ Louis's voice is soft and a little offended, to be honest. ] Do you think me so shallow a creature as to be locked inside every facet of the past I ever penned? Yes, we argued. Yes, I angered.
But he is one of my Great Loves, for better or worse. Daniel, perhaps, could say the same of Armand were he lucid these days.
[ Thoughtfully, quietly, he folds an arm around and rests curled fingers by his lips. ]
Even if I wanted to languish in the past, as I sometimes do when my attention for the current month falls to the wayside, I could never loathe him again. That was done a long time ago. [ In a calm unhurried undertone, he reinforces, ] I speak of my heart, a subject not easily swayed.
[ And if you listen very closely, you'll hear the note of a threat against anyone insisting they know the workings of his heart better than Louis himself. Even the gentlest vampire banks an irate temper, when pushed. ]
Kindly leave the topic alone.