[Okay, genuinely funny. Alucard lets out a soft laugh, then tries to shift the void that ghosts over his body towards his rib cage. It is not an exact science, and there's a soft grumble. The dhampir manages it after a moment, letting Geralt get a solid look at the ribs themselves.

A few are missing in full, some pulled cleanly and others removed at sharp, shitty angles that have left part of the bone there. The stained glass shines as if the eastern sun is rising, casting warm oranges and yellows from the interior of the dhampir himself.]

None of them taste better than the other, but you're at a better angle to pull one out. You can see what happens when I make the attempt.