"No, no, but she isn't far at all." Lestat's lips turned upward in a faint smirk, almost a sneer, really. "She's on the beach, not far from here. We should find our little daughter, I suppose. She's likely to be hungry by now."

A beat. There was something else he'd have to fill that sentence in with, of course. All the better for for appearances when it came to playing the role of daddy-dearest that he was so fond of. Oh, yes.

"Poor thing."