[The need to shove becomes apparent in how the pause shifts in tone. There is a thin patina of fear in it, and that smell is as sharp as the iron that is in the room. Alucard accounted for the possibility when he made this offer and calculated it again before sitting down. With how they are sat presently, all he needs to do is use his free hand as a wedge between his arm and Astarion's face, grab the man's fangs, and lift upwards.
Which is precisely what he moves to do. That free hand considers the way that Astarion's mouth has latched onto Alucard's arm like a vacuum seal, then begins the careful work of excavation. His nails extend first, working to inch their way underneath and eventually he manages to get a finger in.
This next part - the lift - is what Alucard worries about. He has one hand, Astarion has two and a deep, deep hunger. But he begins to lift that finger all the same, bracing himself for the backlash.]
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Which is precisely what he moves to do. That free hand considers the way that Astarion's mouth has latched onto Alucard's arm like a vacuum seal, then begins the careful work of excavation. His nails extend first, working to inch their way underneath and eventually he manages to get a finger in.
This next part - the lift - is what Alucard worries about. He has one hand, Astarion has two and a deep, deep hunger. But he begins to lift that finger all the same, bracing himself for the backlash.]