You eat the bacon, it isn't a waste. And there's a reason I do it, which you'll reap momentarily.
[Sypha, trust the dhampir with food.]
I don't know how many times I will have to repeat that having you here at all is beyond anything else I could ever ask of you. Either of you. That I can give you additional comforts makes me happy, there's no requirement to mutter about what is and isn't fair.
Oh, don't get grumpy. Making you happy just by existing is a passive thing. Sometimes I just want to know I do active things, too. Then making you happy wasn't just a phenomenon; it came about because of my intent.
[She loudly crunches her bacon as if for emphasis, or at least for punctuation.]
I want to love you actively, Alucard. I want to throw myself into it and love you so hard that I could go faster than a ninety-mile-an-hour death machine. That's all it is. I want to do, from love, and see the results in you. I love you too much to let my love sit still.
[He's just adding things to the pan at the exact right moment and letting the bacon fat sizzle and interact with all the water in the leftover potatoes first! So he has time for a better and less childish response!]
Maybe I should not have called the car that. [He says in very honest apprasial of his own words.]
But I follow your point. But I also can't tell you how to repay anything I do, because it's on you to figure out. I...actually don't know how to even make a suggestion on where to begin, if I'm being entirely honest.
I could tell fortunes by the roadside until I save up enough pennies to buy you a flower as pretty as you.
[Maybe the needling has an ulterior motive. Alucard always cooks better when he's inspired, and the easiest way to inspire him is to get him grumping...]
But actually, I've been thinking I could start enchanting things for you. I'm better at making magic stick to objects than you are. I don't mean the car! But other things.
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[Sypha, trust the dhampir with food.]
I don't know how many times I will have to repeat that having you here at all is beyond anything else I could ever ask of you. Either of you. That I can give you additional comforts makes me happy, there's no requirement to mutter about what is and isn't fair.
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[She loudly crunches her bacon as if for emphasis, or at least for punctuation.]
I want to love you actively, Alucard. I want to throw myself into it and love you so hard that I could go faster than a ninety-mile-an-hour death machine. That's all it is. I want to do, from love, and see the results in you. I love you too much to let my love sit still.
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[He's just adding things to the pan at the exact right moment and letting the bacon fat sizzle and interact with all the water in the leftover potatoes first! So he has time for a better and less childish response!]
Maybe I should not have called the car that. [He says in very honest apprasial of his own words.]
But I follow your point. But I also can't tell you how to repay anything I do, because it's on you to figure out. I...actually don't know how to even make a suggestion on where to begin, if I'm being entirely honest.
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[Maybe the needling has an ulterior motive. Alucard always cooks better when he's inspired, and the easiest way to inspire him is to get him grumping...]
But actually, I've been thinking I could start enchanting things for you. I'm better at making magic stick to objects than you are. I don't mean the car! But other things.
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Hm. What did you have in mind to start with?
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[Firsthand experience.]
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[Don't bully him too Sypha, Trevor does enough of it.]
But that does sound quite nice.
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[She waggles her fingers at him, playfully.]
You won't believe my tricks, though, the way that most people do.
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[Right, time to crumble up at least one of those bacon rashers right over everything in the pan.]
It lets me be very surprised by the two of you.