[Anderson is perfectly capable of withstanding both implements. He, indeed, wouldn't have offered otherwise. With a nod, he draws both floggers out of his cassock, one with thin, leather knotted thongs, and another with a steel handle and throngs with a denser thickness and metal throughout. He coils his hand around the end of each, giving them a stretch before offering the handles to Alucard.
They smell faintly of antiseptic, rather than flesh or blood. He's careful to clean them after use.]
I suppose we'll do it in here, unless you have a different preference.
[It's a little odd, to be doing this with help, but it ought to be easier than doing it on ones own. He glances around while he awaits Alucard's answer. There's a desk in here, which is convenient.]
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They smell faintly of antiseptic, rather than flesh or blood. He's careful to clean them after use.]
I suppose we'll do it in here, unless you have a different preference.
[It's a little odd, to be doing this with help, but it ought to be easier than doing it on ones own. He glances around while he awaits Alucard's answer. There's a desk in here, which is convenient.]