I know, I demand the impossible from you on a regular basis.

[The hand is nice. And it's squished between Trevor's chest and Trevor's other hand, which means that this is a rare moment that Alucard's skin isn't cold to the touch.]

There were other things at hand. The luxury of thought, it just.

[That isn't fucking it and Alucard knows it. So he just tuts at himself softly and lets the thought go.]