Shoulder, on my right. So I can hold onto the whip without risk of catching you with it.

[ He settles into Alucard’s lap, knees at either side of his hips, sliding his left hand into Alucard’s and picking up the whip in his right, clinging to both as an anchor. It’s only a moment of hesitation before he leans into Alucard’s body, stretching the living side of his neck out for him. ]

Do your worst. I’m not afraid of you.