[Alucard does look up to glare, the timing lining perfectly with the sudden press of the chisel against his neck. He freezes out of instinct. A stake. Some other terrible instrument to make this whole thing worse but no.
A chisel. That'll do, although he is absolutely sure that the transfer didn't need to be so handsy.
He has the good sense not to glare though, and the tool slides harmlessly down the tunic. Alucard waits a few moments before he slowly moves one hand to try and retrieve the potential instrument of freedom, which allows for a murmured response as well.]
Yes, I'm aware my natural healing abilities are impeded.
[The links of the shackles clink. Once more for emphasis, since apparently Hector's yet to put two and two together.]
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A chisel. That'll do, although he is absolutely sure that the transfer didn't need to be so handsy.
He has the good sense not to glare though, and the tool slides harmlessly down the tunic. Alucard waits a few moments before he slowly moves one hand to try and retrieve the potential instrument of freedom, which allows for a murmured response as well.]
Yes, I'm aware my natural healing abilities are impeded.
[The links of the shackles clink. Once more for emphasis, since apparently Hector's yet to put two and two together.]