Because having someone bleed on my floor after they've snapped, insulted, and otherwise been rude to me is a turn on.

[The note of hollowness is not lost on Alucard, but he'll ignore it for the sake of making the interaction normal. Or as normal as it can be all things considered.]

I do, yes. Being away from the city is a luxury.

[A true enough statement, although it's mostly because Alucard did not grow up around people. He doesn't voice that. Instead he considers the thigh, and flinches a little at how badly it is beat up. The first aid kit is placed aside for a moment, and he gets up only to return with a bucket of water and a wash cloth.

There's no warning as to when soap and water hit the wound. They just do, and Alucard knows it'll go over so very well.]

The sand needs to come out first, I don't trust it not to have gotten rubbed in.