[Alucard knows that Jaskier's declaration is an absolute lie. The man loves being right. He could write an entire series of songs about being right and how good it feels. But that thought and what kind of a concert that would be like is far from Alucard's mind, because there are much more important things to focus on.
Namely the fact that the forest is too quiet and the vine is moving wrong. So very wrong, because--
--Oh good, the flowers have teeth. Of course they do, why would anything be easy here?
Out of instinct, the dhampir moves with the tiny dagger he has drawn out, immediately putting himself between the plant and the bard.]
They are. Let me distract the toothy part while you get a few steps ahead and out of range?
[Alucard's tone is far too casual, treating this as given.]
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Namely the fact that the forest is too quiet and the vine is moving wrong. So very wrong, because--
--Oh good, the flowers have teeth. Of course they do, why would anything be easy here?
Out of instinct, the dhampir moves with the tiny dagger he has drawn out, immediately putting himself between the plant and the bard.]
They are. Let me distract the toothy part while you get a few steps ahead and out of range?
[Alucard's tone is far too casual, treating this as given.]