We still have to carry all of them. [He shakes his head gently at that.] I'll be fine. I promise.
[And that's that, in the end. Alucard has always been fine. There's no reason to presume that things will change, not really.
But as for desert? Alucard's eyes linger on the lokma for a moment, ready to insist that Hector need not hold it like that, but...it's far too thick with honey, and there's no merit in both of them getting sticky yet.
So he leans down and takes a bite. What if his lips accidentally brush against Hector's fingers in the process?]
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[And that's that, in the end. Alucard has always been fine. There's no reason to presume that things will change, not really.
But as for desert? Alucard's eyes linger on the lokma for a moment, ready to insist that Hector need not hold it like that, but...it's far too thick with honey, and there's no merit in both of them getting sticky
yet.So he leans down and takes a bite. What if his lips accidentally brush against Hector's fingers in the process?]