More! I don't think so, my little lord. Let me go! No. You've drunk the purest of blood,...

Lestat: [chained to a bed] More! Marius: I don't think so, my little lord. Lestat: Let me go! Marius: No. You've drunk the purest of blood, seen the oldest of things. Far too much for one as young as you. Lestat: Her blood is like liquid fire. Who is she? Marius: She is your mother. She is my mother. Akasha, queen of all who are damned. And he is her king. Akasha and Enkil nearly drank the earth dry when they ruled over Egypt. They drank and drank until Enkil lost his will to drink. Without a mate by her side, she lost hers. They became living statues. She has no respect for anything, except for the taste of blood: human and immortal alike. Lestat: No! Release me! [breaks through his chains, but Marius stops him] Marius: She has made you quite powerful. Lestat: You'll not stop me! Marius: I can hear her blood in your voice. In all those years I've kept them, not once have they moved. Lestat: Until tonight, and she chose me. Marius: I chose you!