User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-28358106-20171231040229

Adelaide cocks her head slightly, raising her brow. "Darling, I am a Demon.  If I seem to you a scented labyrinth of petals and thorns, then you see nothing other than what is shown the world.  Am I treating you with the same attention as, perhaps, a local dignitary?  Not at all.  Dignitaries usually wait until after I am done speaking to them before they take their wine."

As if emphasizing the point, she shifts herself in her seat, lifting her goblet, her eyes not leaving his during her entire speech. "But if you are asking if there is some hidden meaning behind all that I do, then again, I emphasize, Lord De'Sange, that I am a Demon.  And a rather experienced one, at that."

She lifts the goblet to her lips, then pauses, almost drinking, before lowering it and speaking. "And as for my hair itself, my husband enjoys it the way it is." She grins before sipping her wine.