[ At first Alucard politely side-steps, not understanding the intention, though he's bound to if Xenk tries again. ]
That does sound rather pleasant.
[ And he can at least admit to himself that he's envious. Because that's just what he'd been thinking when he'd asked the question; up until now, he's never been without his own magic, his own unique senses for it.
Looking down at that tattoo, Alucard aches for the ability to answer his own question, of whether or not it's strictly that mark which imbues them all with a simulation of power. Because it matters to him; there's no doubt it matters to the paladin as well. ]
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That does sound rather pleasant.
[ And he can at least admit to himself that he's envious. Because that's just what he'd been thinking when he'd asked the question; up until now, he's never been without his own magic, his own unique senses for it.
Looking down at that tattoo, Alucard aches for the ability to answer his own question, of whether or not it's strictly that mark which imbues them all with a simulation of power. Because it matters to him; there's no doubt it matters to the paladin as well. ]
The gold was a nice touch.