Would you rather me list every adjective that was heaped on me in the course of my studies? You'll tire of the praise quickly.

[What Alucard wants more than anything else is the full weight of Sypha resting atop his chest, warm and probably soft as well. They haven't tried for obvious reasons, and now he's delayed that even further. What he can do is bring her hands back towards him. Up towards his shoulders, trust she'll know that all he wants is her kneeling over him, close enough so he can angle up and kiss her again. (And again. And a million times over.)]