[Alucard has no time to say anything else. He's been lifted bodily by Hilda and that's that, and he's in no particular position to try and protest being carried about like an inglorious potato bag.]

Hilda, being able to stand at all with my arm reacting to the spider's fluids is in fact impressive, but--

fine.

[The dhampir sighs, dangling from Hilda's shoulder.]

May I at least carry your axe so you can be better balanced?