"I'm At Half Mast Already, And We've Only Just Met."

"I'm at half mast already, and we've only just met."

"Hold on one second, sugar." Meredith responds, holding up her finger in request for a brief pause.

She reaches into her horse-drawn cart, the stunning massive black stallion at the front refusing to take his gaze off Alucard. From it comes a newly minted horse shoe, which she places between her thighs, and squeezes tight enough to bend metal, and secures it upon her wrist.

"Alright, now then. Watch your damn language!" she snaps, feeling more confident with herself.

Dibs here too :3

"I can guarantee you won't like the taste."

"I have quite the blood on my hands. Mixed bag and all."

"Oh, you're so cute. I don't know if I wanna drain you dry or drain you dry."

The shock of the sudden kiss wears off quickly, and she relaxes, though her cheeks are still quite pink.

“Undying devotion, to be sure,” she teases, before pouting at him. “You’re telling me how to do one of my best tricks? Boo.”

"If that's one of your best tricks, I'd hate to see one of your worst ones."

"So how you doing, beautiful?"

“You want me to swear more? Well okay then.”

“Son of a bitch on a fag! Those dumbass worthless sperms are getting on my nerve!”

“Was that too much?”

"Could use more work. We'll workshop it."

"Your point?"

"Ah you're just salty cause you're got defeated early by 2 hot babes, a god and your own damn luck."