User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-28358106-20171226220847

Adelaide's smile widens, her slender hand reaching out in gesture, as if she were presenting Armata to an audience, even as she looks at him. "The very body of gentility, for anything else is unworthy of his name." She takes a few steps forward, her heeled boots echoing in the chamber.

"Placing myself in your position, Lord, grants you credit that is due you.  I daresay my own guards would not show the same restraint as yours.  Indeed, perhaps mine take me less seriously." She chuckles in a self-effacing way, placing a hand on her breast. "Something for me to consider!  Again, I wish my apologies were adequate for my discourtesy.  Under other circumstances, I would resort to more...traditional methods of gaining your approval for a visit.  But the approaching days are, I fear, not normal circumstances, as I am sure you are all too aware."

She stops, closer to the pair than she was before. The tips of her wings entwine, and they drape over her shoulders, trailing like a velvet cape. Her Demon eyes shift to Imperia as she turns her attention. "And silence need not be the order of the day, darling.  I'm sure your gracious Lord would not hold your thoughts against you, should you decide to make them open.  Considering that, presently, I will be monopolizing his time..." She gives Armata a tactful smile.