[It is a little fun, watching the faces of Trantoul's delegation struggle to find the right expression. There are little ohs of understanding, a few faces of distaste because Trevor may be a Belmont, but he's still technically of their country, and then there's the two at the very end of the table who look mortified at being called out.
Alucard's face is ice cold. Theodora's lips, hidden behind a napkin, have become :333.
Now is the correct time to dismiss themselves. Dessert will be served as a small banquet that is being set now at the end of the hall, but a good fifteen minutes makes life easier for dhampir and kitchen staff alike.
Alucard rises, and exits the hall. The castle, good thing that it is, has the door open directly into Alucard's room and the living room/library that overlooks the endless mountains.]
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Alucard's face is ice cold. Theodora's lips, hidden behind a napkin, have become :333.
Now is the correct time to dismiss themselves. Dessert will be served as a small banquet that is being set now at the end of the hall, but a good fifteen minutes makes life easier for dhampir and kitchen staff alike.
Alucard rises, and exits the hall. The castle, good thing that it is, has the door open directly into Alucard's room and the living room/library that overlooks the endless mountains.]