[ He looks at the portrait for a little longer, as if he was almost expecting something to happen. Nothing does. Whatever good or ill came about of the events in France 400 years past, they are still 400 years past. Leon isn't here. Dracula isn't here, anymore. There's just the three of them. ]
Well shit, I suppose I have to honor my husband now, don't I?
[ Look at him, pretending he's a good little church boi. Swearing aside. ]
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Well shit, I suppose I have to honor my husband now, don't I?
[ Look at him, pretending he's a good little church boi. Swearing aside. ]