<strong>Sabien Theunissen</strong><br/><br/>The half-lidded eyes slide across to Carol once more, "I thought I mentioned that before...though not a precise age, was it?"  She smiles again, fangs barely evident, "is it not considered somewhat rude to ask a woman her age?  Hm...we will have to find an...appropriate punishment later.  But, to be exact, my body stopped aging at 26 years of age.  That, in turn, was 427 years ago.  About the time that colonization efforts began on this continent.  Long enough ago to remember plagues and pestilence, war and strife and nearly ten mortal lifetimes of heartbreak and pain.  And love.  And joy."<br/><br/>Tiphanie bites her lip, then clears her throat delicately, "um...doctor?"  She steps closer to the vampire, laying a hand gently on her arm, "you're beginning to slip...remember?"  The vampire's head turns to glare at her assistant with the eerie smoothness and speed of the undead.  "You asked me to remind you, remember?  When you started doing it?"<br/><br/>Sabien stares, eerily still for a moment, then closing her eyes and taking a slow, deep breath.  "You are right, of course...it is far too easy to...slip."  She raises a hand and gently strokes Tiphanie's hair, smiling just a touch.  "See how I am without your...moderating touch?"