[There's absolutely no comprehension on Anderson's face when Alucard asks his question. This guy hasn't exactly watched a lot of romcoms, or interacted with romance in any meaningful way in general.]
I'd think you more of a knife. Perhaps one of those ridged cheese spoons.
[Yeah, so. Clearly there's some communication error here.
When he slips under the covers after Alucard, he doesn't move to spoon Alucard, instead draping his arms around his middle and burying his face into Alucard's chest. A comforting place to be after spending an hour or so being stared at by every vaguely eye-shaped thing in his vicinity.]
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I'd think you more of a knife. Perhaps one of those ridged cheese spoons.
[Yeah, so. Clearly there's some communication error here.
When he slips under the covers after Alucard, he doesn't move to spoon Alucard, instead draping his arms around his middle and burying his face into Alucard's chest. A comforting place to be after spending an hour or so being stared at by every vaguely eye-shaped thing in his vicinity.]
Well, are you being the little spoon?