[ Oh. Oh. That was definitely an order, wasn't it? He doesn't mind (at all, one bit) but he suddenly has a lot more feelings about that to figure out than just not minding.
But later. He can figure that out later. For now he watches Sypha sit down in the armchair with her kitty-mug of wine, staring as if it looks significantly more impressive and dignified than it actually does.
Well. ]
You heard her, our dear little [ Taller than he is. ] captive [ Lying on the floor in his own home. ] princeling [ ...it's not often he says that one without malice, but it seems appropriate enough right now. ].
[ He climbs over Alucard's chest and kneels, one knee at each side of it, leaning over him and stroking a finger down his cheek. ]
Ours. [ He repeats, and the tone is so very different from the way he usually says that word. ]
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But later. He can figure that out later. For now he watches Sypha sit down in the armchair with her kitty-mug of wine, staring as if it looks significantly more impressive and dignified than it actually does.
Well. ]
You heard her, our dear little [ Taller than he is. ] captive [ Lying on the floor in his own home. ] princeling [ ...it's not often he says that one without malice, but it seems appropriate enough right now. ].
[ He climbs over Alucard's chest and kneels, one knee at each side of it, leaning over him and stroking a finger down his cheek. ]
Ours. [ He repeats, and the tone is so very different from the way he usually says that word. ]