User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-28358106-20171230042639

Armata is given a rare sight. Adelaide's eyes widen and she laughs quietly---a bright silver sound, covering her mouth demurely with the hand that was already close by. It is not a mocking laugh, or a boisterous one, as if he has told a joke. It is a laugh of pure spontaneity, a laugh of a joyful woman who has been taken completely by surprise, and finds it delightful.

"Hmhmhm, why, Lord De'Sange," she says, coming back around, "When I suggested that we were two creatures who understood each other, I hadn't expected you to prove it for my sake!" She resumes her previous pose, but this time, her eyes sparkle with humor. "I have to warn you, darling, that my counsel has been known to traipse among the rather glittery regions of taste.  And, as I understand it, Vampires do so hate glitter."

Then unexpectedly, she uncrosses her legs and sits upright, her hands in her lap. The arch of her back in the seat makes her breasts present themselves nicely.

"I shall give you a test, then, darling," she says, a brow rising in mischief as she supresses a smile. "Ask me a question.  Ask me..." She rolls her eyes up theatrically and waves a hand. "Oohhh...some item, perhaps, that you would ask me if I were to offer my counsel today.  If I were to accept your proposal, what would be the first question you would ask of me?" She folds her hands in her lap, waiting to see how he responds.