[Alucard sees movement out of the corner of his eye. He turns, pretending the slow movement is deliberate rather than a result of still healing injuries. It is a skill he's managed to gain over the past few days, along with being able to present himself as hale and heartier than he is.
The man in question doesn't belong here. That much is upsettingly obvious. He's well kept, his clothing quite fine, and while there have been such esteemed visitors to the dungeons, not a single one of them has dared to sneak this far in.
So let this one decide how far the dare wants to go. The dhampir makes no attempt to bend over and pick the ball up, nor kick it in the man's direction. He'll use what little power he has right now to force him to make a decision. The dhampir would be just as happy left alone.]
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The man in question doesn't belong here. That much is upsettingly obvious. He's well kept, his clothing quite fine, and while there have been such esteemed visitors to the dungeons, not a single one of them has dared to sneak this far in.
So let this one decide how far the dare wants to go. The dhampir makes no attempt to bend over and pick the ball up, nor kick it in the man's direction. He'll use what little power he has right now to force him to make a decision. The dhampir would be just as happy left alone.]