User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-28358106-20171229183051

"Who is to say I do not have it right now?" Adelaide does not smile, but her words are light as she leans against the side of the loveseat. Her expression is difficult to read, as her chin rests in her hand, her fingers splayed. Her eyes give nothing away, except that they hold no hostility. She shifts sightly.

"The trouble with those in our position, Lord De'Sange, is that we are treated as gods.  That is to say, we are paid little attention until we are needed, or raised to an occasion that we do not ask for.  And always, the eyes of those whose fortunes rest on our decisions are upon us.  But what do they see?  Not us, darling.  Only the hand that helps or hurts them.  We have so few to call our peers, so few who truly know us."

She gives a little gesture. "But is it so rare for you to simply sit, and talk?  So rare that you would think me here to ask of something other than your singular company?"

Her brows raise as she asks the question.