Hm, this seems more like an attempt to avoid doing the dishes.

[Trevor agrees that it absolutely is, but too late. Sypha's made a decision, and they can only abide by it. With her arms outstreched, Alucard inches his chair away from the table just enough and then slides Sypha over onto his lap.

She's a familiar and warm weight, and both his arms wrap around her waist, delighted.]

This is the problem with you leaving me in bed alone. You have to do this at the table instead, and the chairs aren't as comfortable as the mattress.