We're not! [ He huffs, mock-offended. ] We're following the feeding laws perfectly, thank-you-very-much.
[ No he's right, it is far, far, far too hot. But not-orders are not-orders, so they finally leave the front door behind as he carries Alucard back to the fireplace. ]
By your orders.
[ He hooks an arm under Alucard's legs, shrugging the rest of him forward to take his weight with the other arm, and then lowers him down onto the rug. ]
no subject
[ No he's right, it is far, far, far too hot. But not-orders are not-orders, so they finally leave the front door behind as he carries Alucard back to the fireplace. ]
By your orders.
[ He hooks an arm under Alucard's legs, shrugging the rest of him forward to take his weight with the other arm, and then lowers him down onto the rug. ]
Ravish away.