User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-28358106-20171230185939

Adelaide's eyelids drop almost imperceptibly as she gives him a wry look. Armata has either dodged the game completely, or has changed its rules. She continues to feel out his sense of humor, but changes her tactics.

"Mhm, my Lord, I was not referring to the affairs of state, oh, no indeed.  There is far more to life than to place one's soul against the grindstone of ceaseless worry.  The clock shall chime if a skilled hand winds it properly.  But I wonder," she turns her head a bit abd cradles her chin, her manicured fingernails framing her lips, "Would that be the whole of my worth to you?  To be a mere mirror, to consult in times of stress?"

She pauses, letting her tease linger, before smiling again. "I think not.  Or rather, I shall let you decide that for yourself over our first course."