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I wasn't raised in a belfry. For the most part.

[Alucard is fairly sure he's mentioned some of the particular growing pains of being a dhampir, such as learning to float in a home with very high ceilings. (He got stuck. And then had to have a tether during the daytime until he got it under control.)]

I'll admit, I was banking on that. [His smile isn't smug, but the touch of smug lingers in his voice.] I'll help move them whenever you think you're ready for them to leave. I've warded the building until late in the morning tomorrow.

[Not that most of the office employees show up until after 10 anyway. Usually closer to 11. A venue with late nights does not need to be up with the sun.

With their fingers threaded together, Alucard gives a gentle squeeze to Hilda's hip. They dig into her side just a hair, gentle with a pointed undercurrent.]

Still riding the high of a successful opening night?

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?

You're so generous with your definition of well adjusted.

[Alucard grins, but only because they both know he's been a mess at various point in time in Abraxas. He might react stronger if Hilda wasn't playing with his hair, or if her mood didn't shift in the exact what he had hoped it would.

The answer is given in a kiss - one that matches the hunger in her voice and then dares to push it a little bit further, all full throated and risking fangs into the equation. Alucard's free hand moves low beyond Hilda's waist, shameless in how it grabs at her rear and fails to consider the fabric of her dress at all. Usually he makes an attempt.]

[ The smart reply that she has on her lips is abruptly cut off when Alucard’s lips meet hers. Instead of words, a pleased hum vibrates from the back of her throat as she presses into him.

She can still recall the days when they had first begun to explore whatever this was between them. How careful he had always been about navigating the matter of his fangs. They had become more bold after they had become gods. The slight nick of skin was inconsequential to her; feeling the light scrape of fang against her lips sends a shiver down her spine. That electric feeling is sent right back up as soon as he grasps at her ass.

She grins against him, breaking the kiss only so she can press fluttery, warm kisses to his throat. ]

I think I might need a more obvious answer for your suggestion. I’m not sure it was very clear.

I already thought I was being the opposite of subtle. Let me think then--

[Alucard's definition of thinking, in the moment, involves letting his head loll off to the side to expose even more throat for Hilda to kiss. He has never hid how much that particular spot gives him pleasure, nor has he not allowed jokes about it. Of course the vampire likes attention to his neck.

But this isn't about him, not tonight. The theater was for Ed and for Hilda, Alucard's presence at the truly ridiculous play was for them both as well, but the success and celebration means the evening is fully catered to her. Alucard's dressed himself well enough to fit in with his very mortal construction firm, but.

There were considerations. One that Alucard shamelessly guides one of Hilda's hands towards now, aware that there's no elegant way to let his (now) already low rise trousers ride even lower. Instead he shifts his weight ever so slightly so that the top of his undergarment peaks out. In brushing her fingers over that very tiny peak, it is clear that the dhampir has something with lace on underneath, and all the other implications that carries.

Spoiling Hilda takes many forms, but only a fool forgets to consider the dress code.]

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