[ There's another crash and a snap - probably a large branch striking against the castle walls. His fingers tighten in Alucard's fur, but he manages not to yell this time. It's easier to tell what the noises are with Alucard here to calm him. ]

Well, turns out I fucking hate big storms. Good to know.

[ And he resumes petting, still tense but- it helps. ]

I'll go out to the mortuary once things have calmed down and any bodies that are going to be claimed by families already have been. Pick myself out a corpse, if you still want rid of me. Shouldn't be difficult - white man, brown hair, have Sypha burn one side of the face to explain the missing scar.