[Alucard's foggy brain that's fixated on food barely detects the low, pleased vibration. All he focuses on is the flow of blood, and the moment when it stops.
And it does. Trevor knows it too. When Alucard is done, he's careful to settle back down, wiping his mouth with his hand. There's more color to him now, and the fog of the morphine has lifted somewhat.]
In a few hours, we can do that. I need less of the morphine so I can concentrate.
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And it does. Trevor knows it too. When Alucard is done, he's careful to settle back down, wiping his mouth with his hand. There's more color to him now, and the fog of the morphine has lifted somewhat.]
In a few hours, we can do that. I need less of the morphine so I can concentrate.