Oh.

[Suddenly, she is trapped. Suddenly Trevor's prickly chin is tickling her skin, and she can't help but squirm a little herself as she's drawn against him, still clinging to Alucard's hand. And just look at him, laid out like a feast, or maybe more like a half-melted puddle of something sweet.]

You have us.

[Which goes without saying, of course, but it's a sweet endearment to offer up anyway.]

Though it's going to take some work to find a good position, if you're set on having both of us at once.