[The face journey continues. Except now it starts with a cringe and ends with a look of embarrassment, the very faintest hint of red to Alucard's cheeks and a flustered movement of his hands. He doesn't quite cover his mouth, but he has the good grace to know he has absolutely touched a nerve, and moreover, killed an otherwise lovely moment.]

Apologies, I genuinely did not mean to degrade your work or the associated works thereof. [He's still thinking of the Speakers with that. Alucard has no idea how much Sypha has or hasn't shared, admittedly.]

I only meant to draw the point that farmwork is a very, very different skillset - nothing more or less.

[FUCK.]

--Can we drink and wander then?