I think you're beginning to see that feelings are [oh, how to be direct about this?] not what I am best at. Action is easier. More direct, simpler to understand. A choice is made and then you move on, rather than sit and try to make sense of it in little pieces. They're also so intertwined with action for me that the concern often results in well. This.

[He's always relieved when there is a lack of judgement though, and now is no different. Alucard doesn't quite relax, but he can roll with things easy enough. To the request, he stands, but not before offering a dark and dry:] Only to change the subject to what you plan to do next.

[There's no need to dwell on anything else, so far as the dhampir is concerned. He has vocalized his concerns, they have been addressed, and now he can request two oversized glasses of blood wine at the bar. Alucard asks for a scent profile woodsy, warm, what you'd want for mulling and returns with not wine glasses but two mugs of warm spiced wine. He sits, offering Lenore hers.]

Apparently it's body temperature.