[ it's the intensity of his gaze that makes sharon feel more perceived than she likes. she doesn't shy from it, though, and stares him down in turn, eyebrows drawn up in a look that screams what before her expression settles. you're making her uncomfy, thanks. ]

...Is this because I promised I'd pay for your booze if we beat Alucard? Gotta say, it's about fucking time. We might be a little late, honestly. [ A small grumble. Mm. ] Did you have help?

[ there is no way he did this on his own. does he even know what oils are??? ]