Ah, and here you betray that you don't understand diplomacy. Giving little things early on mean that you can well and truly rule when the major matters are brought up and must be decided.

[There's a laugh in Alucard's voice as he says it, aware that this entire exchange is both downright ridiculous and far too arousing, which it has no right to be in the first place. He's much too content with the flow of events, the ebb and tide of exchange, how the pretense of negotiations egg them both on.

His fingers react automatically as Sypha presses against Alucard's hand. Through the fabric, they grasp on harder, then move so that the pads of them drag fabric over Sypha's breast for a new form of friction. One passes oh too lightly over her nipple as a happy accident, but when his hand moves the opposite direction, that pass over is so very deliberate.

Pressing down against his thigh though? That's playing dirty, and Alucard makes a deliberate attempt to not respond to it, even as his hips try to rebel against that control. His own face has whisps of color in the cheeks, but the smirk? That's still there.]