[Alucard can feel heat creep into his cheeks as Hilda fences him in. Why, he doesn't know. Nor is he going to sit and contemplate why it gives him a little rush of excitement either. She's taken the bait to be mischievous rather than dwell on serious matters. That's the most important part.]

Where did I say "no future semi-public tent adventures" in any of that?

[Not a single place, thank you! Alucard may be fenced in, but he does lean forward. Presses a single kiss to the tip of her nose. Then leans back far too casually for what they're discussing.]

I suppose if you don't want to use your sofa though, we'll have to settle for the desk. It won't be as comfortable, and we'd need to get creative with the use of space. I don't think I could easily fit under it either...

[There's a shrug. Has he thought about the implications being made? Who's to say.]