[For all his severity, there may be in Dracula's demeanor a discernible sliver of something akin to approval of the way that Alucard carries himself, faced with his father at his most authoritarian. It's a favorable start to the encounter, that Alucard holds his ground, calm but without overt challenge. A Ţepeş, after all, does not cower or snivel or hide behind his mother's skirts.
However, Vlad doesn't sit, at least not immediately. Staying on his feet renders him considerably taller than his son, whether it's a choice he's made consciously or not. Perhaps it's merely a sign that he refuses the comfort of sitting at rest just yet; there's a fair chance he'll give in to the urge to pace, in a minute or two.
You've rested and fed.
A question without asking a question. A preamble to something they both know is coming.
The time has come for you to speak, Vlad says bluntly, turning a gaze onto his son that, while calm, is still filled with scrutiny. Leave nothing out.]
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However, Vlad doesn't sit, at least not immediately. Staying on his feet renders him considerably taller than his son, whether it's a choice he's made consciously or not. Perhaps it's merely a sign that he refuses the comfort of sitting at rest just yet; there's a fair chance he'll give in to the urge to pace, in a minute or two.
You've rested and fed.
A question without asking a question. A preamble to something they both know is coming.
The time has come for you to speak, Vlad says bluntly, turning a gaze onto his son that, while calm, is still filled with scrutiny. Leave nothing out.]