[There is a brief moment of color on Alucard's otherwise all too pale face when Trevor actually kisses him. It's hardly anything, but the timing of it? That's key, because there's the affection underlying it has a different texture from most of their shared evenings together. A promise of being together for a few more weeks, taking everything with a level of casualty that may not be bad, but Alucard's realized he wants to move beyond.

The word commitment bubbles up to the surface of his mind, and Alucard tests it for a moment. Considers it, then realizes that it's all he wants. Commitment that this is actually serious now, rather than a passing dalliance with no clear cut goal.]

Good, because she should see you like this too.

[Sypha's absolutely missing out. Alucard will sneak a photo at some point to send her, but for now, dinner awaits. They go by the key basket as they walk out the door, and Alucard grabs his set to ensure that they won't be locked out of the house. (Technically, the house will open for Alucard if he comes home without a key. But it's nice to pretend that the house is a normal house rather than a small, city friendly version of the castle that sits over a far more vast crypt that takes up a whole city block.

Once settled in the car, Alucard shifts so that his back is against the space where door and seat meet, eyes on Trevor. He's fiddling with the cufflinks again, and so Alucard gestures for Trevor to extend his wrist.]

It's designer. [He shrugs as he says it, because do the specifics truly matter?] Something about it struck me, and I'm glad I bought it.