[In the moment that Trevor's almost wrapped himself around Alucard entirely, Alucard has made a few choices about the rest of the evening. The first is that he is going to return the affection right here and now, and Alucard's arms move to just embrace Trevor entirely and hold him. Just until Trevor decides he ought to let go, and when he does, then Alucard pats his back gently.
He does move beyond Trevor, one perfectly manicured hand ghosting over the wall. It's a way of communicating with the house, and from one of the hidden speakers in the living room, something very soft and very classical starts to play. It isn't dancing music, it's relaxation music. Nothing loud. Nothing bold. Just a quiet comfort that seems to go well with that far too revealing squeeze of the dhampir.
Alucard doesn't go upstairs. He sheds his jacket and folds it carefully over the nearest armchair, before he goes over to the sofa. Shoes get slid off, and then the vampire just gets comfy. Resumes melting like he was in the cab, just without anyone to catch him.]
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He does move beyond Trevor, one perfectly manicured hand ghosting over the wall. It's a way of communicating with the house, and from one of the hidden speakers in the living room, something very soft and very classical starts to play. It isn't dancing music, it's relaxation music. Nothing loud. Nothing bold. Just a quiet comfort that seems to go well with that far too revealing squeeze of the dhampir.
Alucard doesn't go upstairs. He sheds his jacket and folds it carefully over the nearest armchair, before he goes over to the sofa. Shoes get slid off, and then the vampire just gets comfy. Resumes melting like he was in the cab, just without anyone to catch him.]