Lestat eyed the woman as she questioned him, his icy blue eyes gleaming almost unnaturally in the moonlight.  The vampire smiled softly, uncertain as to whether she was serious, or whether her natural inclination toward paranoia was driving her curiosity.  "The passing of your mother was difficult for you, wasn't it?" he asked, moving toward her a step, his footfalls silent in the dew-slick grass.  "She left you all alone to care for your father, and this plantation...alone.  Heart broken.  Lost..."