[Great news, Jaskier. All of the anger about to explode from the dhampir has been stopped. His face sours, and gold eyes burrow into the bard.]
Did you just make a pun?
[Of all the things to be sobering, leave it to a shitty, shitty pun. There's been a bucket of water thrown over the moment, and that is a good thing. Essential, maybe.]
Have you been saying more than you usually would? [Alucard has never heard his own voice mix anger with curiosity. It is slow. Precise. His lips set in a thin, unhappy frown.]
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Did you just make a pun?
[Of all the things to be sobering, leave it to a shitty, shitty pun. There's been a bucket of water thrown over the moment, and that is a good thing. Essential, maybe.]
Have you been saying more than you usually would? [Alucard has never heard his own voice mix anger with curiosity. It is slow. Precise. His lips set in a thin, unhappy frown.]