Especially one that's not real, at the end of the day.
[Alucard shrugs his coat off quickly enough. He's so focused on the action, on the movement as a way to shake off that apparition, that he almost misses that smile.
He's calmer in the Horizon. Alucard knows that much, because he doesn't immediately snap at it. Accuse Altaïr of knowing exactly what just blindsided the dhampir, and taking pleasure in the sudden fear.
The fact he's having the thought at all remains concerning, but for now, no matter. The coat is tossed and--
--vines whip out, lashing at the coat with. In moments, the fabric is ribbons.]
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[Alucard shrugs his coat off quickly enough. He's so focused on the action, on the movement as a way to shake off that apparition, that he almost misses that smile.
He's calmer in the Horizon. Alucard knows that much, because he doesn't immediately snap at it. Accuse Altaïr of knowing exactly what just blindsided the dhampir, and taking pleasure in the sudden fear.
The fact he's having the thought at all remains concerning, but for now, no matter. The coat is tossed and--
--vines whip out, lashing at the coat with. In moments, the fabric is ribbons.]
Well. That's useful information.