Really, the fact I'm not fussing about dishes is the truest indicator of mood?

[The grumpy noise he makes is all smoke and mirrors. Trevor's watching this with a stupid smile on his face, and the position that Sypha's in just makes the next part easier. It is no effort at all for Alucard to shift where his arms are, and scoop Sypha up like the royalty they treat her as as Alucard rises to his feet.]

Really now, Sypha. Would you like to adjust that criteria of yours?