[The nosing is nice. He responds by dragging his fingers over Alucard's nape, leaving it damp, but it was probably going to get wet, anyway.]
I'm not sure you'd have any luck reaching my thigh, in this position.
[This bath doesn't accommodate thigh bites. The upper torso, however, is free game.
His brow furrows at Alucard's following comment. That sure wasn't something he expected to be informed of tonight- or ever, really, and he's not quite sure what to do with the knowledge that Alucard used to go around biting people on the breast.]
...Thank you for that titbit. Pun intended. I take that to mean you'll be returning to the old methods for my benefit.
[And he waits, watching the steam swirl above him as it's disturbed by his breaths, but the bite doesn't come. Eventually he drops his head just enough to look at Alucard, frowning when he speaks. It's considerate, when Alucard doesn't need to be, when Anderson hasn't done anything to deserve it, so he's quiet for a time before responding.]
Perhaps that should be the reason. But it isn't. I haven't given your anger much consideration, to be frank. It's simply... [His voice drops steadily in volume.] been a long day.
[There's plenty more he could say: that he wants the closeness of it, that he wants a pain more prominent than what he's accustomed to, that he wants to forget, for a time, the things he's heard, but it's hard to admit such things, so he just slips a hand to Alucard's jaw and slides a thumb along his incisors.]
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I'm not sure you'd have any luck reaching my thigh, in this position.
[This bath doesn't accommodate thigh bites. The upper torso, however, is free game.
His brow furrows at Alucard's following comment. That sure wasn't something he expected to be informed of tonight- or ever, really, and he's not quite sure what to do with the knowledge that Alucard used to go around biting people on the breast.]
...Thank you for that titbit. Pun intended. I take that to mean you'll be returning to the old methods for my benefit.
[And he waits, watching the steam swirl above him as it's disturbed by his breaths, but the bite doesn't come. Eventually he drops his head just enough to look at Alucard, frowning when he speaks. It's considerate, when Alucard doesn't need to be, when Anderson hasn't done anything to deserve it, so he's quiet for a time before responding.]
Perhaps that should be the reason. But it isn't. I haven't given your anger much consideration, to be frank. It's simply... [His voice drops steadily in volume.] been a long day.
[There's plenty more he could say: that he wants the closeness of it, that he wants a pain more prominent than what he's accustomed to, that he wants to forget, for a time, the things he's heard, but it's hard to admit such things, so he just slips a hand to Alucard's jaw and slides a thumb along his incisors.]
Don't use the blunt ones.