[Hector isn't squeamish. A little blood wouldn't send him running. He was always protected in Dracula's court, but that doesn't mean he wasn't curious about what it would be like to allow someone to feed from him.
He is less cautious that Alucard, exploring with lips and tongue. He encounters fangs, which is a novel experience, and if there is a momentary prick of pain and the faint taste of copper, he barely notices in the onslaught of other sensations. Alucard's hand on his cheek is cooler than he would expect; the hair, when Hector reaches up to stroke back the stray golden strands tickling his face, is just as soft as he imagined it would be.
Drawing near to what he could feasibly write off as a test, Hector draws back. He hopes Alucard can't hear his heart's thumping.]
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He is less cautious that Alucard, exploring with lips and tongue. He encounters fangs, which is a novel experience, and if there is a momentary prick of pain and the faint taste of copper, he barely notices in the onslaught of other sensations. Alucard's hand on his cheek is cooler than he would expect; the hair, when Hector reaches up to stroke back the stray golden strands tickling his face, is just as soft as he imagined it would be.
Drawing near to what he could feasibly write off as a test, Hector draws back. He hopes Alucard can't hear his heart's thumping.]
So...what's the verdict?