Even if you were fully raised in a belfry, I think you'd still be well adjusted.

[ Her fondness basically shines off of her as the fingers at the back of her neck play idly with his hair. For what isn't the first time, she wishes that she could have seen a younger Alucard. It's been so long since she's viewed him as some stoic artsy sort, but the thought of a gangly, awkward young dhampir is an endearing.

Something sparks beneath the fondness, something a little more hungry at the news that the Old Public Hall had been warded. ]

Is it obvious? [ She leans into his touch, collecting more hair in her fingers to tug lightly. ] Any ideas on how to deal with that?