[Alucard has spent the last few minutes looking at the ceiling. Then the floor. Then at the door. Making a point to listen without really paying attention. Truth be told, he's expecting bad noises.
And they never come. He turns when he hears his friend's voice, and the dhampir smiles approvingly.]
You seem perfectly in tact from the front side. How do you feel?
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And they never come. He turns when he hears his friend's voice, and the dhampir smiles approvingly.]
You seem perfectly in tact from the front side. How do you feel?