[She probably had a response to something about the room for three, but that all is hastily forgotten when Alucard's hand moves to fit against the column of her neck; for such a subtle little movement, it draws an audible whine out of Sypha, as it appears even she is caught off-guard by just how emphatically that particular motion strikes her fancy.]
He's missing out...
[She all but breathes it, melting from the attention on her neck, her heart rate increasing the slightest fraction as her breathing turns heavy and shuddery on every inhale.]
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He's missing out...
[She all but breathes it, melting from the attention on her neck, her heart rate increasing the slightest fraction as her breathing turns heavy and shuddery on every inhale.]
You are very...so very good at that...