[He was already lovely tidied up and put-together; disheveled, he's on an entirely different level. Almost curiously, that same clawed finger comes up to rest near Alucard's temple, sliding gently beneath one of his pulled-back locks of hair and easing it free until it falls loose of its hold.

Better still. It's on the side opposite his fallen sleeve; there's a satisfying sort of balance to the way the previously perfect picture he'd made is coming apart.]

Do you want me to make you behave?

[The thought slips out before he can even really think about it, fully-formed after hours upon hours of private consideration in his own mind.]

I know you're afraid, sometimes. I...don't want you to do something you're not okay with, either. But you said — that it might feel better if I took the lead. That you wouldn't have to worry so much, if I were keeping you in check.

[His finger hooks beneath Alucard's chin, nudging him to lift it slightly.]

Just say yes or no. It doesn't have to be something we do today. I just want to know if that's something I should start thinking about.