[For a moment, Alucard shifts briefly, just enough that he can unbuckle his belts and let them drop to the floor. Anything else, and he'll let Connor decide how he'd like to pace that. He doesn't question this, not as heavily as he normally would; all of his personal resistances are gone, leaving him to act purely on his impulses.

So there's nothing to worry about, not right now. In his mind, he gave Connor a choice. That was enough.

With his fingers, he's tracing over the bared chest in front of him. There are some key points, the lack of hair below Connor's neckline being a notable detail. But there little imperfections, the occasional freckle or a mole crafted into his skin is charming to him. He doesn't resist temptation, leaning in to press his lips to the few that dot along Connor's chest.]

I enjoy it. [Lips trail over to Connor's left shoulder.] Though it is fascinating to know how much humans need flaws in their own creations to be content.

These are lovely details in you. Let me see the rest of you.