Perhaps I am.

[Alucard lets out a soft noise of contentment of stubble on skin. He's never quite made a secret that it's a sensitive spot, as is the rest of his neck.]

I have to sit back and be still, and after a while, I'm afraid it gets old and rather boring. I can only take so much.

[It's definitely said with some overdramatic tones. Because this is the kind of thing that deserves too much drama.]