[The eyebrow raise that responds is that of a man who does not trust that statement, not in the least. There is going to be something in the near future. Alucard can feel it in his bones.

But they've veered into the feelings territory again, and this time Alucard's not really going to push them out of it. The freedom in admitting exactly how much the need to go feral and the frequency of it is incredibly freeing. There's a nod, and he focuses on trying to get the cork out of the wine.

So you know, using a single extended vampire fingernail, shoving it into the cork, and wiggling it about. Extremely good use of powers.]

It is precisely that. There's just the two feelings that follow that always contradict each other. One part of me just wants to give over to that feeling entirely and just...keep going. I felt like that the entire time in Thorne, and all I wanted to do was carve a bloodied path out of that dungeon because how dare anyone just throw people in a dungeon for simply existing in a space. Then there's the you were raised better than that voice and-- ugh.

[As if to underscore the point, the cork pops out. Alucard pauses, holding his hand with the impaled cork up because at least someone's going to appreciate this.]