[Hector can only extrapolate from Vlad's descriptions of his wife - who might well be an angel, to hear him tell it - and guess how disgustingly in love they must be. Hector's never seen anything like that first hand to even know.
But that is not where his focus really lies at the moment. He lets the braid fall from his hands into Alucard's back, and as Alucard turns toward him, he leans forward whisper into the dhampir's ear.]
Are you lonely, Alucard?
[You don't have to be... he tries to convey with the barest touch of his lips against the earlobe.]
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But that is not where his focus really lies at the moment. He lets the braid fall from his hands into Alucard's back, and as Alucard turns toward him, he leans forward whisper into the dhampir's ear.]
Are you lonely, Alucard?
[You don't have to be... he tries to convey with the barest touch of his lips against the earlobe.]