[ If Alucard’s going to watch him? The least he can do is put on a performance. He twists a boot lace lazily around one finger, kissing again and staring up at him as he chuckles. ]

Probably the first time anyone’s ever accused something like me of that.

[ Another kiss, and he manages to be rid of those boots. Which means he can reach up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Alucard’s trousers again. ]

Afraid I’m not intending to stop it any time soon.