User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-30014014-20170914031216/@comment-26288702-20170915001158

Prad feels a sudden gust of wind rush through him, as Armata clears the distance between his throne and Prad in the blink of an eye. The lord kneels down and puts his index finger under Prad's chin. Slowly he raise Prad's head, their eyes meeting one another.

"When speaking with me, look me in the eyes. I can't stand cowering worms." He removes his finger from Prad's chin, slowly turning back to his throne and ascending the steps to it. "You do not strike me as a weak individual, Prad. Speak with some zeal and do not be so... frightful. I promise you will leave this hall in full health, unless you try something foolish..."