[She would be remiss if she didn't shower Trevor in a given portion of her attention, too; it's really just icing on the cake that, per the whimsical rules of their little game, she's allowed to pet him like this and Alucard isn't.
She's watching him, though, and she sees the way he tucks his nails against his palms, the way he's fighting to be good no matter how difficult she makes it for him. Honestly, the fact that he's held himself back this long at all, without a tie around his wrists or a separate hand holding him down, is a testament to his powers of self-restraint — or perhaps just to his willingness to play along.
It almost makes her want to take pity on him.
Still running her hand through the thick of Trevor's hair, she reaches up to Alucard with the other and skims her fingers along his jawline.]
...You can put your hands on one of us.
[A generosity. Mostly just because she wants to see what he'll do.]
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She's watching him, though, and she sees the way he tucks his nails against his palms, the way he's fighting to be good no matter how difficult she makes it for him. Honestly, the fact that he's held himself back this long at all, without a tie around his wrists or a separate hand holding him down, is a testament to his powers of self-restraint — or perhaps just to his willingness to play along.
It almost makes her want to take pity on him.
Still running her hand through the thick of Trevor's hair, she reaches up to Alucard with the other and skims her fingers along his jawline.]
...You can put your hands on one of us.
[A generosity. Mostly just because she wants to see what he'll do.]