[She makes an exaggerated sound of constricted breath as Alucard hugs her, despite that the pressure and intensity make her feel good. Warm and centred in a way that she’d never been outside of Abraxas. The little leosylph seems to decide this is a predicament best kept out of, and flutters off to land on the window seat where it immediately begins preening itself.]

The plates fucking rock.

[She says, finally releasing him.]

But you're gonna have to explain why I need a thermometer. Something to stop me from burning my mouth in my eagerness to devour my meals, maybe?