There it is again. This time, that keen intellectual mind of his began to put the pieces of this strange and rather unusual puzzle together. For whatever reason, the more Peter Quill spoke, the more his voice seemed to 'affect' him. It made sense now that he thought back to when they had first been introduced. The effect started off so small and subtle that he didn't begin to notice it until just recently.

The effect is getting stronger or perhaps Alucard is just becoming more susceptible to it. He's not about to completely lose control and launch himself at Peter like a feral creature of the night. No, but if this continues for much longer -

Let's just say if Peter glances down, he'll notice the beginnings of a hard-on starting to form in those obscenely tight pants the dhampir is currently wearing.

"Are you offering?" Said as his smile turns coy. His tone of voice surprisingly playful given his mortified expression just a few minutes ago. He just can't resist the urge to poke and prod. Call it a testing of the waters, so to speak. He half expected Quill to brush him off.

He'll even step in closer, but it's all a clever little ploy.

"By the way, you mentioned this place can 'mess' with us from time to time. In what way?"