[For that, Alucard's quick to press a kiss to Sypha's cheek. He's still careful as he goes through the grass though, lest the spell not be cleared. But...there's nothing. Wonderful, blissful nothing. For that, he smiles and heads over to the basket.
This is good. Hell, he could get used to this level of courtship and the softness of it.]
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This is good. Hell, he could get used to this level of courtship and the softness of it.]
A shame, I should have brought wine;