[ He considers it, and he considers it as a tactician. Less escape routes is his immediate thought. It’s potentially a good thing - he can’t trust himself not to just run - but it also means he’ll be cornered, magnifying everything. It’ll be a more comfortable position for Alucard, keeping him from needing to bend his neck too much biting down from above, but at the same time it’ll take a few more crucial milliseconds for the vampire to withdraw his fangs if he starts struggling enough for them to do damage. It can’t be about what he wants (and he’s just as conflicted on that, even if it were). ]

It will, but you’ll need to try to keep me still. I think I’ll struggle more, and that’s not a great combination with fangs in ones neck. [ He sighs, because he knows that’s asking a lot of Alucard. It’s not the first time he’ll have had to hold him still for his own safety, and Trevor knows he’s probably not the only one who’s still a little fucked up over all of the events on the Trantoul estate. ]

I love you. And I trust you. And if I’m an asshole about this, I promise it’s just the fear talking. Whatever asshole scared me does, I swear I’ll make it right.