[It's far nicer like this, having a break in the conversation that Alucard cannot decide is laced in irony or complete sincerity. Why he's still having that debate within himself is also something to ponder, or at least it is until he puts his other hand back to Trevor's chest and makes it very clear that Trevor's shirt? Is a problem. Because there is tiddy under there, and he's only getting 75% of it right now - everything else is fabric. A problem.

So when the kiss finally breaks, and there's a grin on Alucard's lips even if his breath is heavier now, he at least has an answer.]

Unless your roguish wiles are going to figure out a clever way to make taking my coat off and getting rid of that shirt easier the further we go, back up just enough so we can take care of all those problems.