[For a moment, Alucard holds himself very, very still, as only a vampire can. Only his eyes move, slowly sliding upwards, an eerily animal gesture that holds no actual aggression. There's tension coiled in his body, but that's not a bad thing.]
I don't think you're an idiot.
[Mostly. Sort of. He's got a lot of complicated feelings about Trevor Belmont, but though he acts a complete fool, there's a difference between him and, say, some sheep-fucking peasant. He's not dull. He's committed to his not-caring act, so much so Alucard suspects he even believes it himself at times. And yes, he's annoying, he's decidedly immature, but . . . that doesn't equate to idiot.
His hands resume their pattern, though his hip slowly relaxes into Trevor's grip.]
But tell me: was there a specific incident to which you're referring? Or was that a general request?
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I don't think you're an idiot.
[Mostly. Sort of. He's got a lot of complicated feelings about Trevor Belmont, but though he acts a complete fool, there's a difference between him and, say, some sheep-fucking peasant. He's not dull. He's committed to his not-caring act, so much so Alucard suspects he even believes it himself at times. And yes, he's annoying, he's decidedly immature, but . . . that doesn't equate to idiot.
His hands resume their pattern, though his hip slowly relaxes into Trevor's grip.]
But tell me: was there a specific incident to which you're referring? Or was that a general request?