[ He senses the shift in tone. Is he going to do this? Be the first fucking Witcher to teach a vampire how to get some rest, all so that he can get his rest?
Apparently. (How did he even get here? Oh, that's right. Mages.)
He sits up. His eyebrow is cocked, to confirm if Alucard is actually serious. Because yeah. He's willing, despite the absurdity of the concept. He's not gone this long being what he is without knowing when and where to pick his battles.
Besides. He's aware his irritation is largely the doing of this place. For now, he's keeping it from boiling over. ]
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[ He senses the shift in tone. Is he going to do this? Be the first fucking Witcher to teach a vampire how to get some rest, all so that he can get his rest?
Apparently. (How did he even get here? Oh, that's right. Mages.)
He sits up. His eyebrow is cocked, to confirm if Alucard is actually serious. Because yeah. He's willing, despite the absurdity of the concept. He's not gone this long being what he is without knowing when and where to pick his battles.
Besides. He's aware his irritation is largely the doing of this place. For now, he's keeping it from boiling over. ]