[He notes the apology with a slight nod of his head. A silent thank you, one they can't linger on. Too much to do.

There would be more throat exposed if the top several buttons of Alucard's shirt were undone. Such as it is, Alucard can only be guided, hoping that the whine he does make now won't slow or stop Trevor's administrations there. It's a loud whine too, one that threatens to reverberate off the walls.

His hands have been gripping the rug these past few minutes, curling into it and pulling for all it's worth. One of them moves off of the rug, unsure of what he's allowed to touch in this absolutely ridiculous situation that all three of them are in, but he's pretty sure that putting it on the wrist of the hand still on his chin is fair game. When he wraps his fingers around it, there's pressure. The threat of moving that hand away, enabling one or both of them to respond before he can.]

Why would you need me when you already have someone under your sway?

[Because Trevor? God, Trevor's far too much right now, and Alucard is trying hard not to squirm in the Belmont's arms.]

Greed isn't an acceptable answer. It's the obvious one.