User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-26288702-20171109221307

"Oh I-I-I-uh, it's difficult to say, the question is vague and there is, I mean that I'm n-not entirely sure w-what the flame of pure life means, o-oh dear." Imperia's heart is pounding to a point that it feels like it's about to fly from her chest. Her eyes struggle to look away from Tirush in her glorious entirety, and her body begins to flush red from the heat radiating off the Wyvern. Though Imperia pleads innocent, it is obvious she knows what Tirush is asking.

Imperia thinks back for a moment, the last time she let her Mamono instincts take the lead. She was in the presence of Hound, her body felt the same way then as it does now, and she can't help but enjoy it deep down. Imperia's many years of training in civility were the only thing keeping her from outright asking Tirush to indulge her. With every ounce of her waning strength she answers Tirush, truthfully.

"I-I know what you ask and it is embarrassing for me, but I'll tell you." Imperia keeps her voice low so Partha can rest soundly. "I have... felt the fire before, when I met Sir Jaghund, however his wife at the time did not approve and well, he has not shown much interest in me... beyondafriendshipImean. Looking back I realized that it was a moment clarity. My body, or, my flame I mean, hasn't been rekindled in a long time..." Imperia's eyes dart between Tirush's chest, abdominals, thighs, but always end making contact with her golden gaze.

"I haven't been with anyone in..." Imperia covers her mouth. "Two hundred years." Her voice muffled by her hand.