Treffy is so impatient. But you're so very good for me.

[She delicately works his tie free, leaving the ends hanging around his neck as she starts undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one, working from the one at the throat down.]

You'll hold still and let me do this properly, won't you, my Alucard? Because you know how to behave.

[Is she laying it on a little thick? Perhaps. But Alucard has been forced into day after day of being in control, being dominant, being authoritative. All she's doing is taking up the reins, and making it clear that if she's got them, then he doesn't have to keep them himself.]

Mmm. And there.

[She finishes with his shirt, unfastens the button of his trousers for good measure, and steps back to admire her handiwork with a satisfied grin.]