User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-27550231-20180105044553/@comment-26288702-20180106050920

(Uh oh, sorry BTR. You set something in motion you can't stop now.)

The sniffles stop, the tears dry. Layoka looks up at Jorge. She holds tight to the giant, giggling and laughing carefree from his his words.

"I knew you were a good guy, Mr.Jorge. Knights don't hurt people. They beat up real monsters, ones that hurt good people!" Layoka innocently nuzzles her face into the giant's chest, her innocence unaware of what she was dealing with. Her tiny arms wrap around the behemoth man as best they can, before she lets go and wriggles out of his grasp.

"It's near dinner time big guy, I'll go get us some good eats!" Layoka runs to the door and turns the knob. The adorable Dhampir cracks the door and looks both ways, as if crossing a busy street. When the coast is clear, she step out of the door, but looks back in. "I'll get you somethin good!"