[Alucard inclines his head slightly, being as obvious and caught out as he is.]

I suppose some things are not subtle, are they?

[Alucard himself is about as subtle as a freight train, but he enjoys pretending otherwise. His want of privacy and constant feeling of the need to be alert do not always play nicely together. He's accepted at least that much, and right now he is being afforded that grace from someone else. Who is he to question it?

They're at a crossroad space now. Alucard's eyes scan what he can see and-- ah. Jaskier's. That'll do, as he needs to see the bard anyway. Tey have things to work on together.]

I will try not to trespass again. I won't swear to it though. These places shift and sway on a whim.