[Alucard is all set to respond to the comment about philosophy, but the air between himself and the young woman changes in an instant. He can only think of barometers dropping, and he isn't sure why. All he knows is that it happens and the result is no where near what he'd ever expect.
His eyes meet hers, but there's no glimmer of recognition there. Instead his head tilts slightly, more wolf like than man, confused.]
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His eyes meet hers, but there's no glimmer of recognition there. Instead his head tilts slightly, more wolf like than man, confused.]
I'm sorry?