[ it helps that alucard is rarely a man of explosive anger. he is energetic, and manic, and awful, but when his mood sours, it quiets. perhaps that's for the best, all things considered--none of their neighbors need them making any more scenes than they already did a few days ago.

baskerville leans into the attention, sitting up a bit to try and lick anderson's hand while he's at it.

the comment about being skinned alive actually makes alucard huff a laugh, tipping his head forward. it's not an appropriate time, but he's never been appropriate, so it's fine. ] I'll take a rain check on that one. [ then he sighs, dropping to rest on one elbow. ]

Before I was captured, people used to misstep and try to apologize or make amends, but I always just killed them, or worse, for wronging me. Which doesn't really suit, here. I'm not the best gauge for demanding reparations.

[ he's thoughtful, and then: ]

Offer me something. It doesn't have to be much, but it has to be genuine.