I mean, that'd be an option. Not one that appeals to me, admittedly. [There's a pause.] Coats?

[Just throwing it out there. Alucard continues to eat while continuing to listen. There's nothing about this that comes naturally. Every part of him is screeching from the sheer awkwardness, of not knowing how to handle the shoe being on the other foot between them. That is what the food is for, in truth. Buying little scraps of time to think of what to say next without standing there awkwardly.

So he'll indulge the bird too. Some rice from his place and--

A very soft, regretful laugh comes at the mention of Geralt's name.]

I've come to learn not to ask him for advice. Hasn't gone well in the past. [But bullshit. Alucard nods, accepting the fact.] It is. But you know a fair portion of where I am coming from when I say all of the nonsense. It's better-- oh, don't joke. He would.

[Goddamnit, leave Hector out of this.]

I'm younger than you and my issues are fresh. I have no idea at all. [Alucard's sigh is soft, as is the question that follows.] Why do you think I've made a graveyard my project?