[There's something promising in the surprise, in the way Alucard searches him. This might, perhaps, be enough.
He makes a conscious effort to remain still when Alucard grips his chin. He, however, can't help snorting softly at the mention of the grocery bag; that wasn't even the worst thing he did that day. Clearly it was a point of displeasure for Alucard, though, so he says:]
That would be a waste of a perfectly good adversary. And a perfectly good grocery bag.
[He slides a hand into the folds of his cassock, tilting his head in Alucard's fingers. The implements he uses are always on hand. Not because he performs penance on a whim, in any old place (he's actually very particular about these details), but because he didn't want his roommate to see them one day and ask questions.]
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He makes a conscious effort to remain still when Alucard grips his chin. He, however, can't help snorting softly at the mention of the grocery bag; that wasn't even the worst thing he did that day. Clearly it was a point of displeasure for Alucard, though, so he says:]
That would be a waste of a perfectly good adversary. And a perfectly good grocery bag.
[He slides a hand into the folds of his cassock, tilting his head in Alucard's fingers. The implements he uses are always on hand. Not because he performs penance on a whim, in any old place (he's actually very particular about these details), but because he didn't want his roommate to see them one day and ask questions.]
I won't, Alucard.