Doze away. It's hardly like I have anywhere more important to be anymore.

[ He doesn't- have much of anything to do anymore. He knows it'll start to eat at him sooner rather than later, but for now it's a relief. Alucard can just be Adrian, useless princeling. Sypha can just be the pretty storyteller on his arm. And he can just be here, for the both of them, and nothing more. And none of that has to be an insult, because none of that matters anymore. ]

We can do better than that, if the weather stays good. 'm sure she wouldn't mind reading her books outside, if you're well enough for it. We can just say you need the fresh air.

[ Surrounded by sunlight on all sides, so Dracula can't even get close. ]