“Well, then, in the Savage Garden,” said Armand, “you shine beautifully, my friend. You walk as if it is your garden to do with as you please. And in my wanderings, I always return to you. I always return to see the colors of the garden in your shadow, or reflected in your eyes, perhaps, or to hear of your latest follies and mad obsessions.
How can Lestat stand pretending to hate Armand when Armand throws around poetry like “I see the colors of the garden reflected in your eyes”???
