Seraphina Deverux

(with a soft chuckle, twirling her wine glass) "Oh, how quaint... You really think I didn’t see through you?" (she sets the glass down, leaning in slightly, her voice dropping to a velvety whisper) "But tell me, does it not sting? To stand before me, begging, knowing I hold all the power you’ll never have?"(she stands, walking around them slowly, her gaze as cold as ice) "I could almost admire your desperation if it weren’t so pathetic. A man who can’t even save himself dares to ask for me."

I've actually got something to tell you

"Oh? And what would that be?" (she tilts her head, a sly smile playing on her lips)