He coughed and waved his hand when she disturbed the dust.  "It's a bit of a miracle this place is dry.  It's still got its glass, though, but you can't stop the dust," he said.  "But we might want to shake them off outside."<br/><br/>He nodded when she answered his question.  "You bring up something, going forward, we must keep in mind.  Even a queen would be his slave.  He won't want to share power with anyone.  That will never be his endgame, right?  I mean, have you ever seen two vampires sharing power together?  Each could bring power and skill to the situation - but it doesn't happen.  I've never seen it happen.  It's always one vampire on top and the created, lesser vampires underneath.  They don't even do like packs do and keep werewolves around who will, one day, become leaders - even though that sometimes kills the old leader.  Blackvayne will never share power.  He might pretend to do it because he wants something, but the scorpion always stings the toad."<br/><br/>Then he smiled, walked over to her, reached around and gripped her backside, pulling her hips towards him.  "I am pretty good, ain't I?  I transacted you straight to a mind-blowing orgasm."