[Sypha is having a ball. After a brief shudder at how Trevor touches her (it’s strange, and she wonders if it always will be, how gentle he can be from time to time), she rolls over atop him, between them—precisely the right size (by which is meant: tiny) to tuck her head under Alucard’s chin while folding her arms across Trevor’s wide chest, to better give him a judgmental look.]
Do we want him to put some work into it, Alucard? [She grins lazily.]
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[Sypha is having a ball. After a brief shudder at how Trevor touches her (it’s strange, and she wonders if it always will be, how gentle he can be from time to time), she rolls over atop him, between them—precisely the right size (by which is meant: tiny) to tuck her head under Alucard’s chin while folding her arms across Trevor’s wide chest, to better give him a judgmental look.]
Do we want him to put some work into it, Alucard? [She grins lazily.]