[The hand is taken without a moment's hesitation. Having been fussing with hot water and hot coffee only moments before means that Alucard's skin is not it's usual lukewarm temperature, and that? That is good fortune.]
I couldn't say no to such a request. The parlor's on your right.
[He steps back to allow Vanessa in properly, careful to tread lightly without moving too quickly. To do so would give away his own nature, and it has been known to happen before.
It's a small town house, with the main stair case right in the hallway. No photos hang on the walls, and the walls are plain greys and off whites, suggesting a man who's only just moved in and lacked time to decorate. The parlor is no different, with equally plain walls and book cases that are only half filled. Even the furniture is plain, with no particular details on the wood - although the cushions themselves are wonderfully soft. A single sofa sits across from the fireplace (a mirror hangs over head), and two armchairs flank the sofa. A single coffee table mediates it all, but it all lacks a personal touch.
Alucard doesn't follow Vanessa there. He instead disappears into the kitchen, returning with a small tray of coffee. Two tulip shaped glasses of translucent blue sit there, along with a bowl of sugar cubes and little squares of...well, nothing English. The tray is set down on the table, and Alucard settles into one of the armchairs.]
I realize tea is traditional, but the Turkish style of coffee is unique. I'd recommend adding sugar, and drinking carefully when you're halfway through. The grounds sit at the bottom of the cup.
[Drinking coffee grinds is a bad time.]
There's baklava if you'd like it, I found a decent enough supplier and I grew up around those who worked in Ottoman kitchens and could reproduce the stuff. [That's his lie and he's sticking to it.]
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I couldn't say no to such a request. The parlor's on your right.
[He steps back to allow Vanessa in properly, careful to tread lightly without moving too quickly. To do so would give away his own nature, and it has been known to happen before.
It's a small town house, with the main stair case right in the hallway. No photos hang on the walls, and the walls are plain greys and off whites, suggesting a man who's only just moved in and lacked time to decorate. The parlor is no different, with equally plain walls and book cases that are only half filled. Even the furniture is plain, with no particular details on the wood - although the cushions themselves are wonderfully soft. A single sofa sits across from the fireplace (a mirror hangs over head), and two armchairs flank the sofa. A single coffee table mediates it all, but it all lacks a personal touch.
Alucard doesn't follow Vanessa there. He instead disappears into the kitchen, returning with a small tray of coffee. Two tulip shaped glasses of translucent blue sit there, along with a bowl of sugar cubes and little squares of...well, nothing English. The tray is set down on the table, and Alucard settles into one of the armchairs.]
I realize tea is traditional, but the Turkish style of coffee is unique. I'd recommend adding sugar, and drinking carefully when you're halfway through. The grounds sit at the bottom of the cup.
[Drinking coffee grinds is a bad time.]
There's baklava if you'd like it, I found a decent enough supplier and I grew up around those who worked in Ottoman kitchens and could reproduce the stuff. [That's his lie and he's sticking to it.]