[He can do as he's told, that much is clear. Alucard leans over the mug, making sure it's under his nostrils. The curtain of his hair, thick as it is, is an advantage now. It keeps some of the steam from escaping.
The first whiff of the stuff as Alucard recoiling from smell. The second is after the steam hits his throat, and begins to interact with the silver. There's something now tearing at his throat, latching onto the silver particles and then...
He can't say what's happening. It's just a new kind of pain, one that has his hands shaking with the mug, threatening to spill everywhere.]
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[He can do as he's told, that much is clear. Alucard leans over the mug, making sure it's under his nostrils. The curtain of his hair, thick as it is, is an advantage now. It keeps some of the steam from escaping.
The first whiff of the stuff as Alucard recoiling from smell. The second is after the steam hits his throat, and begins to interact with the silver. There's something now tearing at his throat, latching onto the silver particles and then...
He can't say what's happening. It's just a new kind of pain, one that has his hands shaking with the mug, threatening to spill everywhere.]