[Truthfully, Isaac had been asking of them and not of Hector and the Belmont, but he's not uninterested in the glimpse he's offered of the nature of their relationship. It's all business. Which while being more or less what was expected, is also reassuring, more than it should be. After all, this is a Belmont who struck a truce, maybe even formed a camaraderie, with a half-breed, the Dark Lord's son of all things; willing to shake hands - so to speak - where others would've easily lumped him with the other castle-dwelling creatures. Desperation, he thinks, can make for strange alliances and stranger bedfellows.
Oh, Trevor, Trevor, Trevor.
Isaac can admit to liking him a little, in his own way. The man had put up a decent fight, at least, when he was paying attention. And lord knows he'd have fucked the Belmont if time had permitted; the desire had been there, peaking, while he choked on air and blood-spattered half-threats, writhing on his knife. It'd have been like breaking a wild colt, Isaac thinks. Needing a little time, a firm, steady hand, persistence. But it'd have been inevitable. The human spirit is only so strong.
Dracula's spirit, on the other hand -- ]
It won't. [He sits himself straighter, muscles rippling up through his arms and in his back as he sits himself up straighter, water churning around him.] Not forever. Should he but stir, however, I would think you and I among the first to know it.
[It seems unlikely that a vengeful spirit reaching for potential vessels could go unfelt.]
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Oh, Trevor, Trevor, Trevor.
Isaac can admit to liking him a little, in his own way. The man had put up a decent fight, at least, when he was paying attention. And lord knows he'd have fucked the Belmont if time had permitted; the desire had been there, peaking, while he choked on air and blood-spattered half-threats, writhing on his knife. It'd have been like breaking a wild colt, Isaac thinks. Needing a little time, a firm, steady hand, persistence. But it'd have been inevitable. The human spirit is only so strong.
Dracula's spirit, on the other hand -- ]
It won't. [He sits himself straighter, muscles rippling up through his arms and in his back as he sits himself up straighter, water churning around him.] Not forever. Should he but stir, however, I would think you and I among the first to know it.
[It seems unlikely that a vengeful spirit reaching for potential vessels could go unfelt.]