Oh, is this about putting some small rock under the bed, because a young woman raised with true luxury would be able to pick it out?

[Alucard knows full well he has been spoiled for comfort in his life. Not for wealth, although that is a massive factor in it, but for his father's knowledge and understanding of the world. No other child grew up with electric lights and heated floors. Few would grow up with telescopes to look at the sky with such refined eyes. Not even boyars, it seems, get to have plush bedding. It shows in all ways. Even his coffin under Gresit was plush.

So maybe he's hypersensitive about where they sleep. Most nights, it isn't a problem, he barely sleeps anyway. But there are some times when he simply cannot deal with straw poking through threadworn mattress, just like last night. It happens, and he deserves all the shit for it.]

You can drop it now, you know, you've done enough vampire shaming for the day.