[It is the silliest thing out of context. Hell, it's sill in context too, up until silly becomes painfully arousing and they're all lost in the sheer joy of figuring out which character Trevor's going to be next.

Years on, he still isn't consistent.]

Most likely, and I suspect I'll be requested to be nothing but a swooning damsel this time around. [Which isn't that bad a role, all things considered. It lets him just be in Trevor's arms and then pretend to be forced to shower him in aggressive affection.]

That or it's some new scheme she's come up with, in which case we both need to be prepared.

[Alucard's pretty sure that Sypha will have to pry them both from this lovely state of blankets first though, what with the way Trevor's pleasant and warm against him and how the blankets make everything better. Alucard loves the combined warm weights, and he can't help but pull Trevor a little closer.]

Was it like this back home? The snow's effect on the landscape, I mean.