[ He doesn't go for the neck again, not yet. They have time, much as it's always tempting to strike where they've both learned full well the vampire is weakest. There's no need to rush. And things always do end up rushed more often than not when one of them goes for the neck.

Instead he hooks his head over Alucard's shoulder, giving a soft and appreciative sound when Alucard's hand settles against his leg. ]

You wouldn't. I know you wouldn't. [ He doesn't kiss this time, instead leaning his head against the side of Alucard's softly. ] But I appreciate the sentiment, I suppose. Guess being treated like I'm made o glass hasn't lost its novelty yet.