[He does note it, of course, when he tracks the motions of her lifting that bright drink to her lips. A cloth wrapped around her hand, but it lacks the notation of being a proper injury — he sees no spotting of blood soaked into fabric, it’s not medical gauze, and she doesn’t favor that hand upon first glance. He wonders what's the point; he wonders what there is to hide, but he has no time to wonder much longer.
Fingers have looped against the stem of his own glass, idly, when the door jars open and in come figures, walking in ways that drag trouble at their heels. He pauses, counting their number, and in a move of almost-defiance, Alucard downs his drink in one fell swoop, feeling it crawl down its throat. A sharp inhale and he’s placing the cocktail back down and wiping it from his memory, lips twisted into a grimace.
An elbow still set upon the bar, Alucard twists a little in his seat to look at their new company with more scrutiny than before, while noting in his periphery how quick the other is to cover her face.]
Protect me? From what? Them?
[What a lark. Alucard is just a shell of his former self, abilities sewn up and locked within him, but do give this pale, willowy man a little bit of credit.]
Your time won’t be wasted. Want me to deal with them for you? [That’s less an offer than it is actual sarcasm, as Alucard practically subsists on the stuff.]
no subject
Fingers have looped against the stem of his own glass, idly, when the door jars open and in come figures, walking in ways that drag trouble at their heels. He pauses, counting their number, and in a move of almost-defiance, Alucard downs his drink in one fell swoop, feeling it crawl down its throat. A sharp inhale and he’s placing the cocktail back down and wiping it from his memory, lips twisted into a grimace.
An elbow still set upon the bar, Alucard twists a little in his seat to look at their new company with more scrutiny than before, while noting in his periphery how quick the other is to cover her face.]
Protect me? From what? Them?
[What a lark. Alucard is just a shell of his former self, abilities sewn up and locked within him, but do give this pale, willowy man a little bit of credit.]
Your time won’t be wasted. Want me to deal with them for you? [That’s less an offer than it is actual sarcasm, as Alucard practically subsists on the stuff.]