User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-30014014-20170914031216/@comment-30014014-20170914042634

''Her words passing to his ears, a snap clicks in his mind, forcing his eyes, though with effort, away from his tapping. They slowly waver back at her, twitching back to the man once in a while.''

"Y-yes. I-I'm fine. G-guess I'm just impressed that I-I'm even here. In a place of old".

''The man makes a valiant effort to hold his waving composure, though this is an abject failure. Right now, the only effort produce is to halt his ever increasing desire to flee. Flee this place. Flee this unknown woman speaking so close. Flee the man on the throne. Thos surrounded by metal and spike. This watching from above. Flee from their gazes. Their pressuring aura.''

''His hands, bound by a thin metallic thread rattled in response to his own barely contained shivering. Large gulps of air absorbed at once, to try to regain a measure of calm.''

"I-I'm here t-to inqure about L-lord...L-l-lord..."