“You want to brush my hair?” Alucard says with an almost surprised look. He has no need to maintain his hair or body by normal means, but agrees anyway.

“A small request. Anything for you, my dear friend.” He grins, sitting on your bed. His short jet black hair moved and lengthened before your eyes, you knew he was doing it to please you.

“There’s plenty to brush now. Do as you wish.” He coos, his hands clasped together on his lap. He was rather patient with you.