[Alucard groans lowly, placing forefinger and thumb to pinch at the bridge of his nose. It takes a moment more to ground him, although what really does it is the way that too-sharp iron hits his nose from Astarion's open wound.
Dryly, Alucard manages:]
Thank you, but I think I'm alright. We're really not having a good track rate with beds, are we?
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[Alucard groans lowly, placing forefinger and thumb to pinch at the bridge of his nose. It takes a moment more to ground him, although what really does it is the way that too-sharp iron hits his nose from Astarion's open wound.
Dryly, Alucard manages:]
Thank you, but I think I'm alright. We're really not having a good track rate with beds, are we?