[He's asking himself the same thing at the moment.
Alucard lands with a little less grace than usual. There's no gently settling down onto the ground, there's a thud in the sand and a small cloud of it immediately after. But the thing is no longer moving, so at least that much counts are a win.
He's got just enough sense back in him when Ciri yells.]
Not on purpose, I assure you! [So yes, yes he did.] Your blood tastes like every pepper has been concentrated into a vile sauce!
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Alucard lands with a little less grace than usual. There's no gently settling down onto the ground, there's a thud in the sand and a small cloud of it immediately after. But the thing is no longer moving, so at least that much counts are a win.
He's got just enough sense back in him when Ciri yells.]
Not on purpose, I assure you! [So yes, yes he did.] Your blood tastes like every pepper has been concentrated into a vile sauce!