[ It's difficult to see any damage right now, though that in itself is probably answer enough. He's wearing gloves and a thick, long coat despite the fact that the night is not a particularly cool one, and he's holding himself in a way that's normal enough, if listless. That, again, is not necessarily a good sign - either the wrist has somehow healed completely or the fact that it's not being held in a way that's at all unusual means that the compulsion isn't allowing him to take pain into account in the way he's standing and moving and he cannot be relied upon to give anything away by limping or favoring one side. About the only skin below the chin that can be seen is the front of his neck, where the chain is looped around. That's a mess of yellow and green and purple bruises ]
Of course, my lord.
[ It's clear from that sugary sweet tone that Damian considers this a victory. He drops the leash to the ground and looks to his witness, who watches impassively. The story is clear enough - if the Belmont is seen again, then Alucard has failed to bring an old enemy under heel even when given every opportunity. A sign of weakness. A sign of placing the value of even the most detested of his mother's kind above is father's. And, should the Belmont cause chaos when released, a sign of dangerous incompetence. ]
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Of course, my lord.
[ It's clear from that sugary sweet tone that Damian considers this a victory. He drops the leash to the ground and looks to his witness, who watches impassively. The story is clear enough - if the Belmont is seen again, then Alucard has failed to bring an old enemy under heel even when given every opportunity. A sign of weakness. A sign of placing the value of even the most detested of his mother's kind above is father's. And, should the Belmont cause chaos when released, a sign of dangerous incompetence. ]