[Somewhere, in the very far corner of Alucard's head, the part not concerned with Jaskier's safety or anything else, is a faint note of concern. Nothing good came out of the last time Alucard's hands brushed against another's, and that tiny part of his mind very much would like to drop the bard.

Rationality wins out though, and Alucard doesn't let Jaskier down until that shift in legs happens. The whole thing was probably comedic to watch from the outset, and it'll be a good enough laugh in a week's time. For now though, the dhampir is inclined to be delicate as he gets Jaskier standing again.]

I would've pulled them off, don't worry. [Jaskier can reflect on that implication in a moment. Alucard takes a scant moment to readjust his coat, and--

--ah.

There's a nod of his head.]

I am, yes. Faster if the need presents itself. [This is the part where Alucard has to explain what he can't do, isn't it?]

Perhaps this next part is better discussed over more wine, and inside? You'll find that we've changed Domains to mine.