User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-28358106-20171227072954

Adelaide's smile is partially hidden behind her resting hand, peeking between her splayed fingers. She chuckles coyly. "Lord De'Sange, I daresay you only notice more of me each time we meet.  Most see what they will and go no further, thinking they might substitute the rest for their own desires.   But you are a man given to observation and not whimsy.  I find that most charming."

Her last words echo slightly as she raises the goblet to her lips to take another sip, then sets it down again. She looks away, towards the stained glass, her words only skimming her thoughts.

"We are fortunate if we should find the one who sees us for our true value, and do not fill what they do not know with trifles.  I do, as you say, share my bed with such a one.  Although you should be aware you have me incorrectly figured as a mortal.  I am kind enough that my husband never mentions my age, of only because he jests that he cares nt to count so high."

She looks back, her playful smile fading to one more pensive. She rests her chin on a downturned hand, her yellow eyes fixed on him. Her voice softens, but only just.

"Tell me what she was like."