Oh but to start at the end. Never mind how Sypha grabs onto him and doesn't let go. It's the kiss that temporarily stuns Alucard into amazed and contented silence because of course Sypha would simply waltz in and ask to know the wisdom of ages. It's wonderful. It's mad. It's...it's just the person she is, and he is more than just a little in awe.

"Speakers often have magicians in their ranks," he begins, aware that Sypha still hasn't quite let go. What Sypha also hasn't clocked is that he is rather underdressed for the time of day, being in naught more but a shirt, waistcoat, and trousers. It'd be a scandal for just about anyone else.

"Or has that tradition become more of a guarded secret?"