[Alucard watches Trevor's hands wiggle, and that satisfies him. More than satisfies him, because he moves so he's sat across from Trevor. He's good. They're both good.]
I suppose removing my shirt won't be enough for you, will it?
[Not that he doesn't shed said shirt. Slowly, carefully. Trying to find joy in the action.]
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I suppose removing my shirt won't be enough for you, will it?
[Not that he doesn't shed said shirt. Slowly, carefully. Trying to find joy in the action.]