[The dancefloor is a liminal space, in the end. That has not changed in centuries, it is only ever the music and the footwork that shifts. A smile in that space also carries the same weight as it did a hundred years ago, and the dhampir treasures it just as much now. He likes Carmilla, he likes bouncing off her verbally, but the smile? That's genuine, and that means the world.
All things have to end though, and while there's no hint of tiredness in Alucard's body, he won't lie. He'd love a break from the perpetual thuds of the subwoofers.]
I'm a dhampir, not a monster.
[An old joke, but still a good one. It comes with a smirk in Carmilla's direction.] Although I could have, for all that alcohol.
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All things have to end though, and while there's no hint of tiredness in Alucard's body, he won't lie. He'd love a break from the perpetual thuds of the subwoofers.]
I'm a dhampir, not a monster.
[An old joke, but still a good one. It comes with a smirk in Carmilla's direction.] Although I could have, for all that alcohol.