[The fact that Alucard doesn't correct them on the point of the title leaves an ambiguity that produces the same effect as if he'd outright confirmed it. This time it's Charles who weighs in with a hasty, yet almost sullen, Uh...no, no, lord, and Richard who quickly spurs them along to return to the party. Well met, miss, sorry to interrupt — and off they go, taking their pretty glasses with them.
Carefully, ever so carefully, Sypha watches them go. And gauges the distance between herself and the closest vampires to them. And compares that to what she knows of a vampire's typical range of earshot.
And then smiles, brilliantly, at Alucard.]
Your timing is perfect, as always. Just when I was growing tired of boys.
[Contrasts. And what will those eavesdroppers hear? Three youths have left; an adult remains.]
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Carefully, ever so carefully, Sypha watches them go. And gauges the distance between herself and the closest vampires to them. And compares that to what she knows of a vampire's typical range of earshot.
And then smiles, brilliantly, at Alucard.]
Your timing is perfect, as always. Just when I was growing tired of boys.
[Contrasts. And what will those eavesdroppers hear? Three youths have left; an adult remains.]
Have you come to ask me to dance, I hope?