I'd like to think we're running out of revelations, by this point. Unless we're going to find out that the fucking dog is behind all of this, I don't think I can be surprised any more.

[ He takes the hand and examines it, running a thumb over the fleshy parts of the palm where the burns were earlier. They are, indeed, gone.

He's half debating whether it would be appropriate to lay his lips to Alucard's wrist (aka Wallachia Man's favourite part of local vampire to kiss), but settles on no when it becomes clear that his attention is on work. ]

Something else? I was joking/i> about the dog thing.