[It's a good thing he doesn't have any of his udon in his mouth at the moment or he might well have choked on it; as it is, his throat goes dry and he has to swallow hard to wet it again, throat rising and falling beneath the effort. Of course he'd known that, reasonably, or at least could have worked it out logically just from observation, but that's not the point at all.
The point is Alucard making a show of drawing attention to it, and that's the real tease in and of itself.
Unable to help himself, his tail flicks, the scaled muscle working effortlessly to curl up and catch the tip beneath the dangling hem of Alucard's kimono, lifting it just a fraction of an inch in suggestion before letting it fall again. That's new to him, too; he's never really actively tried to use his tail for anything before, either as a wolf or like this, but evidently the dragon's version has uses he'd never even considered up until now.]
Hah...
[The wolf would've pounced by now, he thinks absently, while his too-green eyes track slowly over Alucard's frame. Maybe it's for the better that he's under the calmer influence of the Sanguis dragon; he's discovering, unexpectedly, that the lack of the wolf's urgency almost makes it all the better, allowing him to savor the act of being teased for that much longer.]
Seems like you know a lot about it. Teasing.
[This time, he does lick his lips, openly letting Alucard see it.]
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The point is Alucard making a show of drawing attention to it, and that's the real tease in and of itself.
Unable to help himself, his tail flicks, the scaled muscle working effortlessly to curl up and catch the tip beneath the dangling hem of Alucard's kimono, lifting it just a fraction of an inch in suggestion before letting it fall again. That's new to him, too; he's never really actively tried to use his tail for anything before, either as a wolf or like this, but evidently the dragon's version has uses he'd never even considered up until now.]
Hah...
[The wolf would've pounced by now, he thinks absently, while his too-green eyes track slowly over Alucard's frame. Maybe it's for the better that he's under the calmer influence of the Sanguis dragon; he's discovering, unexpectedly, that the lack of the wolf's urgency almost makes it all the better, allowing him to savor the act of being teased for that much longer.]
Seems like you know a lot about it. Teasing.
[This time, he does lick his lips, openly letting Alucard see it.]
How many different kinds are there?