User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-28358106-20171227023145

While Adelaide follows Armata, she wastes no time in taking in the sights around her. She doesn't gawk like a commoner, but rather, makes passing comments of admiration on the sights that greet them., her cultured mien showing through a quiet exclamation here, a short sentence there, until they come tothe double doors and enter Armata's chamber.

She chooses a loveseat opposite of Armata, taking one corner of it, using her hands to flatten her dress and wing-cape as she keeps her knees together and lowers herself like a lady.

"Loveseats are a lady's best friend, if only because they serve to diminish the size of one's derriere in comparison." She gives a knowing smile to Imperia as she leans into the corner slightly, retaining her posture while getting comfortable.

As Armata picks his wine, Adelaide folds her hands, watching him work the cork.

"Business indeed, darling.  But not all.  I was hoping we might have some time to speak together.  Especially, as it seems, that you have been..."

Her eyes cut to Imperia. They seem to evaluate the Vampiress, if only for a fraction of a second. Her verbage shifts to a more lighthearted tone.

"...That is to say, if you'll pardon the inadequate expression, darling, that you have been quite busy as of late."