['Slowly' isn't the word Hector would use. He presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth and swallows the blood, trying to staunch the flow with pressure.]
Where's the fun in that?
[Here they both are, trying to catch their breath, neither backing down but both uncertain how to move forward.
Hector brushes Alucard's hair back behind his ear.]
no subject
Where's the fun in that?
[Here they both are, trying to catch their breath, neither backing down but both uncertain how to move forward.
Hector brushes Alucard's hair back behind his ear.]
Are you...are we finished gathering data?