[ Astarion keeps his nails a little long, enough so that they can gently scrape along his scalp. A fond smile plays across his lips when Alucard isn't looking, and as his arm sweeps in a gesture Astarion catches it, gently holding his wrist. ]

Mmmm... [ He hums again, bringing Alucard's wrist to his lips in a playful mood. ]

You would think a civilized society would have laws against such visual atrocities... perhaps we ought to invite our lady Valentine to punish them.

[ As if any of them are truly so vengeful anymore. ]