[Daemon is not wrong in seeing the great beast he sits upon as magnetic. Alucard, even as bats, can't help but stare at the thing. It is massive. It is wholly new to his eyes. It is awe-inspiring in the most true sense of the term, and the fact it seems to not mind having a rider goes in some small way to explaining a lot of Daemon's attitude. One is almost entitled to be certain levels of haughty if they can calmly control a great creature such as this.

The bats remain bats until Daemon is on the platform. Then they take flight again, swirling and squeaking until Alucard is standing across from the man, but never looking at him. Somehow, he suspects surprise, a person! is not a great idea to be pulling around a dragon. Doing it twice is probably all he should do for now, unless there's a real reason to escape. Even then, it is probably simpler to return to the world by escaping the meditative state required to get here than exiting the cave system.

Perhaps the most telling part of Alucard's entire appearance is that he hasn't changed it from what Daemon saw in the Free Cities. Tunic, trousers, boots. The only accent is a dark, detailed coat that the Free Cities makes pointless with warmth.]

It is a matter of mass conversion. And if I did know what happened if I lost one, do you think I'd share that information? [He does know, of course. He and Geralt got very drunk, figured out the mass conversion, and scared poor Jaskier by having a swarm of bats in the house. One got stuck, and in that moment, Alucard as a person was missing a small body party.]

Your friend inspires an instant attraction. As does the landscape.