[ Sweet luxury. Decadent and rich. Even these few, clotting drops of blood were ecstasy for Alucard. Pinpoint pupils dilated and the euphoria was clear on his fine features. A countenance so often set in a distant (if somewhat dreamy) impassive expression was ripe with adoration and bloodlust. So much of him wanted so much more of Dorian, but even in this state he knew not to go too far. Not to jeopardise him… surely.

He heard the question, but it took some time for him to decide to answer it. Talking seemed trivial next to the delights of the flesh. With another long, hot lap of his tongue he exhaled. His breath warm and the sigh audible - he looked like he’d just dined on a delicious three-course meal. When he did finally speak his voice seemed lower, raspy even. ]

It sustains me, like food, but this does… more.

[ It wasn’t a fair description but in his current state it was the best he could muster. As he went on, considering Dorian’s question, his cool, predatory demeanor faltered ever-so-slightly as he added. ]

And… I cannot compare it. You are the first.

[ Hearing the name his mother gave him plucked at a taut heartstring. He wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be cruel or an act of kindness to try and pull him out of his trance.

The real issue now was that, after tasting him again, a great part of him didn’t want to snap out of this state. But the waver in that resolve was there in the slant of his brow and the softening of his eye, a momentary blip before he tightened the grip on the bitten arm’s wrist. Certainly not enough to cause any damage, but a hint of a constricted strength. ]

Don’t chastise me with that name.