I'm not sure that food would impact your verbal ability this much.

[Alucard folds his arms over his chest, giving Trevor a look that is, in fact, worried. His eyes are concerned, his eyebrows are raised, and there's a slight tilt to the vampire's head, like he can divine the problem here by just looking at Trevor for long enough.]

Do you need a hand out of the car? I need to start to winter it, and I don't want you in there just in case something goes awry.