The brush of lips against Walter's ear, the breath that inevitably passed across his flesh as words were whispered to him sent shivers up his spine and through his arms. Again, his fingers responded to the sensation; shifting, re-situating, and pressing once again to restore the firmness of his grip.

His heart was racing beneath Alucard's touch. Part of him wanted to ask what his partner had meant-- what other ways there were-- for whatever ways there were seemed to have fled his mind in those moments. The other part, however, was grateful he had not pressed the subject; for some reason, Walter doubted he could resist for long if his partner pursued the issue.

He hated the thought of being replaced.

"...Do you have a good hold? I don't want you falling off while I'm walking up the stairs."