User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-27550231-20180105044553/@comment-26288702-20180105055053

"A pinch on the rear!? EEEEEEW! Mr.Jorge you're a perv!" The tiny girl points her finger in objection. "I will do no such thing." She crosses her arms in a huff. "However!" Layoka runs over to the bed and flips onto it with a bounce. She then sits up and faces Jorge. Her tiny legs dangle over the side of the bed as she swings then back and forth.

"I never said I was making too many friends. I be friends with the ones who were mean to me, then use it to catch them off guard! They'd never guess a little Dhampir to put garlic juice in their perfume and itchy powder in there corsets. As lord De'Sange once said..." Layoka puffs up her chest and then wraps herself in a blanket, covering herself like a cloak.

"KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE, BUT YOUR FOES CLOSER!" She says in the deepest voice she can muster, parodying Armata.