[There's a noise that isn't quite a laugh, and it sounds against her skin. Felt as much as heard. A noise of slight embarrassment, and Alucard doesn't move from their arrangement.]
Not afraid. Just aware that passions run high.
[He pauses then, resting his forehead into the crook of Sypha's neck. A little weight there, not much. Just enough to be soft and cool and pleasant.]
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Not afraid. Just aware that passions run high.
[He pauses then, resting his forehead into the crook of Sypha's neck. A little weight there, not much. Just enough to be soft and cool and pleasant.]