
When they give you birditude but you still bow to their every whim and desire
I knew what I was doing when I named him Lestat. 20 years later, he’s still the most glorious Brat Prince of vampires and dinosaurs.

I knew what I was doing when I named him Lestat. 20 years later, he’s still the most glorious Brat Prince of vampires and dinosaurs.
So this guy is horny (not like I expect any less than explicit content during breeding season) and likes to go at the sofa. And the pillows. Often. Then he poops in post-coital euphoria and leaves it for me to scrub off, except HE REALLY DIDN'T DO THAT GUYS.
Hark, peasants! Lestat would like to remind his kingdom that he has tamed a great beast (never mind that he’s a great beast himself) and even though it doesn’t look capable of belching flames, try to slight him and HE WILL MAKE IT BREATHE FIRE.
This creature is convinced that A. auropalliata and related species are not only more intelligent than H. sapiens, but dominating this planet is their birthright as the only surviving dinosaurs. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
Lestat acts like he’s a prince with 15 titles (what do you expect when he was named after Anne Rice’s bloodsucking Brat Prince), and loudly asserts his dominance over lampshades and bathrooms, but then collapses into a pile of fluff and subdued anger when human hands scratch him.