Ah, good. A suitable challenge.

[Alucard can roll with whatever hunk o beast the Witcher brings in. But for now he needs to taste the crab.

He pauses, considering. It is sweet. Warm. Not much salt to it, which makes sense given the environment it lives in. Alucard can work with that.

He takes a few more crabs out, putting them in a pile. Geralt gets an empty bowl and a pile.]

It'll go faster if I have someone else cleaning out the meat as well. Please.

[He said please, at least.]

It's a compliment to you both and a request to never do it again.