Hope you had that coffin of yours built big enough for two. Well, maybe one and a half.

[Mindful of Alucard's wings, he gets to his feet and reaches around behind him to run a hand down his spine, caressing the sleek muscle in his back. He doesn't linger long, leaving every opportunity for Alucard to flinch away if the touch is unwanted, but with a stroke in his fingers designed to soothe and spoil.

The touch falls away once they start to head for the bathroom, but his hand doesn't stray far; he lets it hang near Alucard's hip, close enough to brush against him as they walk, like a reassurance that he and that tangible contact both haven't gone far.]

Hey, so did you ever use that stuff I bought you for your hair? Did you like it?