"You did not know what I was. See, there you go basing your idea of trust on someone’s species alone. Not all Vampires constantly have ill intent on their mind. Besides, I didn’t even know your lot had passed into this world. I don’t exactly pay attention to the news." He…
"What a kind gesture, Haldir. I do thank you for the words. And you’re welcome. It was the very least I could do. After all, it is my fault that you’ve been pulled from your home, is it not?" He smiled then. Indeed, Lestat could have just left him to fend for him self, but that would make him just as bad as his reputation made him out to be. He was bad. Emphasis on the "was" part of that particular phrase. In light of recent events, he was trying very hard to lead a better existence, without changing himself entirely. He could still be Lestat, but he could also be better. Helping this Elf was one of his first steps in that direction.
"It is water under the bridge now, Haldir. You’re forgiven." Lestat was oddly comforted by the fact that someone was apologizing to him this time, rather than the other way around. "And I will try not to respond with rude snark, but if there is one thing you will learn about me…." He looked over at him with a friendly smirk. "I’m rather a grouch without my sass….come, we’re almost to town."
Around 30 minutes later, they arrived at their destination: a historic hotel near the downtown area. It was large and old. A large portion of brick on one of the outer walls looked scorched, the iron bars over many of the windows were rusted and chipping, and the pillars near the main entrance were no longer their pristine white, but a dulling cream color. “Well, this is it. I know it doesn’t look like much, but it’s owned by a human whose family is familiar with my kind, and they have kept the secret for years. They should have a room to suit my….needs.”