[ Unfortunate, that Geralt's instinct is not actually to kick. Instead, he bolts upright, snatching the hand that's grabbed him without thinking and jerking forward. His grip around the vampire's wrist is unrelenting -- though nowhere near as crushing as it would've been had he been at full strength.
There's a split second where his eyes are a little wild, and a little too bright -- but whether Alucard shoves him off or not, he almost immediately lets the vampire go. His gaze darts left towards the guards, uncertain if they'll interfere, before turning back. The first emotion that rises in him is annoyance (at himself, at Alucard for startling him awake), and then. ]
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There's a split second where his eyes are a little wild, and a little too bright -- but whether Alucard shoves him off or not, he almost immediately lets the vampire go. His gaze darts left towards the guards, uncertain if they'll interfere, before turning back. The first emotion that rises in him is annoyance (at himself, at Alucard for startling him awake), and then. ]
Fuck. [ He squints. ] Sorry.