[That...is not what's supposed to happen here, actually, and he catches her by such surprise that she actually doesn't even think to protest a bit until he's placed her on the couch and gotten up to flee, because that's how long it takes for her admittedly hazy thoughts to catch up with precisely what it is he's done.
(...In fairness, she gets hung up a little bit on how easily he just catches hold of her and moves her like it's nothing, how it makes her altogether too conscious of just how wide and steady his hands are when he wraps them around her, and so for a few seconds she's a very cute vampire vanquished by a Belmont in an utterly novel way, defeated by the cunning strategy of being kind of turned on at the effortless way he's able to manhandle her.)
But then he's fleeing — or, well. "Fleeing" — and it occurs to her that a vampire would not let her prey elude her so easily, and so she wriggles off the couch and onto her feet and deftly avoids crashing into the coffee table where their wine has been abandoned in favor of scooting off after him.]
Youuuu will never escape the call of the darkness!
[She says, a little too loudly, with her hands raised and held in vaguely claw-like shapes as she follows him.]
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(...In fairness, she gets hung up a little bit on how easily he just catches hold of her and moves her like it's nothing, how it makes her altogether too conscious of just how wide and steady his hands are when he wraps them around her, and so for a few seconds she's a very cute vampire vanquished by a Belmont in an utterly novel way, defeated by the cunning strategy of being kind of turned on at the effortless way he's able to manhandle her.)
But then he's fleeing — or, well. "Fleeing" — and it occurs to her that a vampire would not let her prey elude her so easily, and so she wriggles off the couch and onto her feet and deftly avoids crashing into the coffee table where their wine has been abandoned in favor of scooting off after him.]
Youuuu will never escape the call of the darkness!
[She says, a little too loudly, with her hands raised and held in vaguely claw-like shapes as she follows him.]
The teeth of the night! The claim of the...me!