Louis

But why think of it now? He had loved me whether or not he knew it...

He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so
good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him
like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

Well, none of that trash works for me.

~ Lestat, The Tale of the Body Thief byAnne Rice