Is it any fun if everything is thrown to the wind in an instant?
[He knows the answer. It's of course not, this is all a part of the joy in two of them ganging up on the third. So there has to be some remaining composure, if just for a few minutes more.
There's a flash of hip where Trevor's moved the fabric of Alucard's nightclothes to one side. More pale skin exposed to the air, and there's a breathy sigh at that. That and a moment where Alucard's eyelids flutter close in an attempt to maintain his ability to speak.
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[He knows the answer. It's of course not, this is all a part of the joy in two of them ganging up on the third. So there has to be some remaining composure, if just for a few minutes more.
There's a flash of hip where Trevor's moved the fabric of Alucard's nightclothes to one side. More pale skin exposed to the air, and there's a breathy sigh at that. That and a moment where Alucard's eyelids flutter close in an attempt to maintain his ability to speak.
His hand squeezes Sypha's.]
You know how to fix that problem.