[Alucard didn't push Jaskier in the dive bar when this all first surfaced. He absolutely does not push Geralt now about elements that are not his to share. He feels strange enough going against the convention of don't ask that has grown between those from Geralt's sphere and himself. Prodding would be worse.

Munching on the bread also helps. The crust is thick. Hearty. Enough that the bitemarks show precisely where his fangs are.]

That's quite a few steps ahead of the girl that lurked in shadows when Thorne shoved us near the Horizon.

[Progress, but not for good or ill. Just time moving as it does, and no judgement associated. Alucard knows there's more to be had.

He takes another bit of bread instead.]