[Conveniently, Michael looks human enough that it's easy to ignore he's not. He's a little more serious and stoic than the average, sure, but still not odd enough to mark him as something else until he starts talking about humans as a separate species.

Humor is usually an indicator of good mood. Michael looks pensive in return.]

I'm the wrong person to ask. I don't have anything else to go on.

[They've only had one conversation prior to this. Beyond what Alucard himself has said, he has only guesses about what he's like as a person.

He can think of one indicator, though. Michael glances around, looking for the gloomiest building in sight. He finds it: a place made of layered grey slate reminiscent of castle walls, a decorative iron fence out front, and an expensive-looking stained glass window on the upper floor. He lifts his head, nodding in its direction.]

If that happens to be your favourite building in the immediate area, then I'm afraid yes, you are.