[Alucard vaguely wonders if moments should be added to the long list of prey that the Belmont family has added to their hunt over the years. Surely, surely some of this cock sure, smug, insufferable Belmont-ness must be inherited. It's far easier to ascribe a hereditary nature to certain aspects of Trevor's personality rather than reflect on how all of it is a defense mechanism to exactly how badly the world has treated the Belmonts. To think about that is to stew with anger on Trevor's behalf and want to lash out about it, and...well, that's how one goes Full Dracula.
You never go Full Dracula.
Even with vampire healing, Alucard's exhausted, and inclined to simply sleep at this point. There's a vague notion of needing to make dinner or some sort of food - it is that time of day, he thinks = but that thought is dashed with Trevor's decisions. Alucard is in no place to protest being touched again, dragged over, and having rough hands run over him. Protesting is exhausting, and he resolves to only spend energy on important things.
Which obviously means being a smartass to that question.]
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You never go Full Dracula.
Even with vampire healing, Alucard's exhausted, and inclined to simply sleep at this point. There's a vague notion of needing to make dinner or some sort of food - it is that time of day, he thinks = but that thought is dashed with Trevor's decisions. Alucard is in no place to protest being touched again, dragged over, and having rough hands run over him. Protesting is exhausting, and he resolves to only spend energy on important things.
Which obviously means being a smartass to that question.]
Magic, obviously. Next question?