It's a cold and lonely dungeon.

[It's the kitchen.]

No kisses. No hands moving across your skin. No warm arms holding you so securely.

[She leans into Alucard, and it's genuinely impressive how close she manages to get her mouth to his while still keeping the barest sliver of space between them, never once letting contact be made.]

Did I mention no kisses? It would be torment, surely.