[ At the last door, he moves to open it - both for appearances sake and so whatever lies behind can target him first. It's all second nature by now, the kind of thing that he's known he ought to be doing for years but that until now he could get away with relaxing on.
Not anymore.
There are murmurs as they approach. Dracula could silence them with so much as a raised finger, of course, but-
-it's important that he does not. That this is them, and not him. ]
Silence.
[ It's not a shout, but his voice carries. The chatter dies down. He has their attention, but it'll have to be Alucard who keeps it. ] Your Prince approaches.
no subject
Not anymore.
There are murmurs as they approach. Dracula could silence them with so much as a raised finger, of course, but-
-it's important that he does not. That this is them, and not him. ]
Silence.
[ It's not a shout, but his voice carries. The chatter dies down. He has their attention, but it'll have to be Alucard who keeps it. ] Your Prince approaches.