[Alucard shifts a little. There's a pillow at a terrible angle, or at least it was, and now it is much better. He brings their hands down, rests their wrists on Sypha's thighs. The position she has chosen allows for that and it is terribly lovely to have his hands there.]

I admit, uses of fireplaces here are very uncommon, we do not get cold that easy. The castle has them though, and every so often they're used. You doubtlessly know the behavior of fire better than I do, but those moments of warm embers, it's like that. That and then there's something new added, and everything jumps to life again...

[Is he getting better with words yet?]