Go ahead, my dear princeling, I wouldn't dream of stopping you.

[ He would, however, apparently dream of distracting him. He kneels by the side of the bed to be level with Alucard's neck, stroking a thumb idly up the underside of his jaw. And he takes the moment to just stare at him, face as much adoration as it is 'having found an extremely funny and extremely enjoyable thing to do'. ]

And if I did, I'd ask your leave first. I'm behaving, remember.