He's handled as a child plays with a doll and it infuriates him to what end he does not understand. All that strength in those hands... If he had half that power-
Well he wouldn't be human then would he. Fair play.
The vampire leans in and Trevor sucks in a breath, skin crawling at the sudden and intrusive thought of those fangs coming anywhere near his throat. He's thankful his instincts still writhe vehemently against the idea, fostering in him the need to turn his head and watch. Closely.
The subtle smell of a field of flowers in the peak of spring fills his lungs and in spite of himself he breathes in deeper. It's...nice. Better even than...no...no. Fuck that. He wants away. Get...
But the body pushes in closer, the harsh edge of the counter digging into the small of his back and he makes his discomfort known in a quiet grunt of disapproval. Ah-dishes..right. Can't eat with your hands and..
In the next moment his space is vacant, the weight of another human being vanished. He stares dumbfounded across the distance afforded him and watches that face contort into something akin to disgust. Wait... Did he think...?
Nothing said, nothing happened. Alucard's attentions are elsewhere in the kitchen once again and Trevor breathes a sigh of relief that whatever that was will be buried. Good. Whatever thoughts are rattling around in that pretty little brain of his can wither.
The silence is killing him. Sypha never shuts up, Alucard... Well this is the longest conversation he's had with him that hasn't devolved into petty jabs. He...misses it?