He's not a prude. He really isn't. It's just, well he's been thrown completely off guard by his new surroundings. Quite frankly, he'd much rather take on a hoarde of night creatures than be having this conversation with Trevor Belmont of all people, and yet; here they were. It's a lot to take in. Eros energy. He equates it to the only thing he knows - sex magic. A power source, a conduit that affects this place and the people who populate it.
His face as well as the tip of those tapered vampiric ears of his are quite visibly red and for a moment, he brings a hand up to cover one side of his face. Silently willing himself to calm down. Don't let Belmont see that his precious feathers are ruffled.
Ah, and don't think those golden eyes didn't scan that bracelet with lightning speed. Bloodplay? Of course, he chooses not to make a comment. Simply nods and continues to walk in perfect stride with the hunter. Boots still in his other hand.
"I know what roughly half of those things mean." He's not about to show his own bracelet. Nope. Definitely not. Trevor would have to pry it from his cold, half-vampire hands at the brink of death.
Virgin doesn't always mean naive. He's a highly intelligent man with a keen mind and he's more than creative enough to fill in the gaps. However, there's the momentary distraction of the flush of rapidly building arousal cascading through his body, settling low in his groin. It keeps getting worse every time Trevor opens his mouth, but he hasn't drawn the connection. At least not yet. He'll just think it's an effect of being here in this place.
"Really, Belmont?" He can't resist the impulse to agitate him. Just a little. C'mon, you just used the term 'suck it up' in front of a half-vampire. He'll even give a flash of his fangs. The back and forth banter between them is easier to process. It feels normal and he wants to cling to that.
"Fine, I could use a drink." He gives a small nod.
He's beginning to miss the night creatures, Belmont. They're easier to deal with. He knows how to kill them, slice them to ribbons and chop off heads, but this? He's out of his element.
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His face as well as the tip of those tapered vampiric ears of his are quite visibly red and for a moment, he brings a hand up to cover one side of his face. Silently willing himself to calm down. Don't let Belmont see that his precious feathers are ruffled.
Ah, and don't think those golden eyes didn't scan that bracelet with lightning speed. Bloodplay? Of course, he chooses not to make a comment. Simply nods and continues to walk in perfect stride with the hunter. Boots still in his other hand.
"I know what roughly half of those things mean." He's not about to show his own bracelet. Nope. Definitely not. Trevor would have to pry it from his cold, half-vampire hands at the brink of death.
Virgin doesn't always mean naive. He's a highly intelligent man with a keen mind and he's more than creative enough to fill in the gaps. However, there's the momentary distraction of the flush of rapidly building arousal cascading through his body, settling low in his groin. It keeps getting worse every time Trevor opens his mouth, but he hasn't drawn the connection. At least not yet. He'll just think it's an effect of being here in this place.
"Really, Belmont?" He can't resist the impulse to agitate him. Just a little. C'mon, you just used the term 'suck it up' in front of a half-vampire. He'll even give a flash of his fangs. The back and forth banter between them is easier to process. It feels normal and he wants to cling to that.
"Fine, I could use a drink." He gives a small nod.
He's beginning to miss the night creatures, Belmont. They're easier to deal with. He knows how to kill them, slice them to ribbons and chop off heads, but this? He's out of his element.
"Dare I ask if Sypha is here as well?"