[The yes makes sense for both anyway. Alucard's response is a soft, chuffed noise that fades down the catacombs behind him, and soon he's in perfect step with Trevor. His eyes catch the glint of the coin in the light.
Clever.
He keeps walking, the tip of the cane tapping against the ground. He's never revealed that said tip is silver (and thus a danger to himself, technically), and tapping it right now feels like a thin safety measure.]
We'll need to take more walks in places like this then.
[Extremely romantic, catacomb walks.
Well, stops now. Alucard's ears twitch as he hears movement behind them both, painfully slow at first and--]
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Clever.
He keeps walking, the tip of the cane tapping against the ground. He's never revealed that said tip is silver (and thus a danger to himself, technically), and tapping it right now feels like a thin safety measure.]
We'll need to take more walks in places like this then.
[Extremely romantic, catacomb walks.
Well, stops now. Alucard's ears twitch as he hears movement behind them both, painfully slow at first and--]
Start running, Belmont.