[There is another such sound indeed, but it comes from deeper in the pit of Alucard's stomach, all rumbly like a cat's. (He is, of course, not a cat if his fursona is anything to go by.) It is coupled with him trying to shift his legs beneath Sypha, which only results in accidentally rubbing against her thighs.
Amend, amend....Alucard considers this as one of his hands moves all too carefully to take Sypha's breast, to squeeze it with the same measured consideration that all other actions have had so far. It is coupled with him leaning forward, a slight smirk across his features.]
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Amend, amend....Alucard considers this as one of his hands moves all too carefully to take Sypha's breast, to squeeze it with the same measured consideration that all other actions have had so far. It is coupled with him leaning forward, a slight smirk across his features.]
The removal of your shirt as well seems fair.