[Hector’s heart skips a beat when Alucard indulges him and takes the honeyed morsel from his fingers. While his fingers are still sticky with honey and saliva, he picks up a second lokma and brings it to his own lips. Delicious.]
We’ll come back.
[He promises, because ‘fine’ is a state to be endured, not something that you should aim for. He offers another dessert for Alucard to sample.]
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We’ll come back.
[He promises, because ‘fine’ is a state to be endured, not something that you should aim for. He offers another dessert for Alucard to sample.]