[ he makes a vague face, at that. alucard gets it. alucard thinks it's kind of funny. if he's out there getting intimate with normal-ass people they're not going to get it, or think it's funny. still, it's a part of him, and alucard thinks it's charming, and that's all that matters to him.

the tightening of anderson's grip makes him shudder slightly and he lets out a low sound, listening to what he has to say--and letting his lips curve up into a smile again. ]

I don't think people know what to make of us.

[ do they hate each other? respect each other? love each other? are they an old married couple or a pair of nemesises? it's hard to tell, with how they act. alucard doesn't think even he knows how he feels, truthfully.

the kiss is nice: he returns it readily, hips canting toward him somewhat with another muffled sound, and at the declaration he lets out a reedy breath, ragged, and he grips at anderson's shoulder with his free hand to nose into his neck, nipping at the skin. ]

Yes.

[ it's hoarse, low, and he continues after a moment-- ]

There's a woman helping me, a witch. I don't know her name. All she wants in return is a favor, and a favor from Dracula is--nothing. Nothing at all, and at my own discretion.

[ something he hasn't been able to claim in over a century. at his own discretion. ]