[Alucard looks up just enough to see The Face of Sypha's judgement, which is as terrible as he expects. Yes. He's an idiot. He's going to be reminded of it for the next month or until he does something even stupider than this, which would be an achievement. Kind of.

With all the shame of embarrassment and Sypha's judgement gone, he straightens up a bit more, pausing to squeeze that hand back. Soft, because he's pretty sure that if he wasn't thinking soft he'd just go right ahead and break Trevor's hand.]

I did mean it about doctor's orders. But that requires you being in bed for some time, so that's the opposite of hardship for all three of us. [What else indeed? He'll pause, and the look he gives Trevor is downright contemplative.] I'll have to do whatever you tell me you need, of course.