[Alucard cannot actually judge any displays of affection, because he's the nerd that's turned into a wolf to better communicate such things, as well as gratitude for serving as a listening board for all the grief the year has brought. There is only a common, respectful glance away as this reunion happens, because while oh, Alucard has things to say, there's no denying the dog what's rightfully owed.

The whole thing would be much more endearing if Alucard did not know what it was Hector was capable of, and how he assisted Dracula's madness upon the whole of Wallachia. As it is, it feels more an eccentric facet of a far harder personality that had few qualms with absolute devastation upon an entire country. Such things are hard to get over.

He turns his head only when addressed, the joy of reunion passed for everyone but the little dog who's still about to burst from the seams with joy.]

Adrian. [It is a pointed correction, one with too much gravity for just a word.]

And if I had not, what would this place be? A ruin to be looted and the materials within scattered to the globe, placed in hands that could take the wisdom of ages and apply them with reckless irresponsibility.

[The disapproval runs thick in his tone. He's come to accept living as the curator, librarian, and archivist for both the Hold and the castle over the months, and the responsibility it really entails.]

You've only come back for your pets, I take it?

[It's beating around the crux of the matter, which is learning the extent of shenanigans that passed under the castle's roof during his father's madness. Information Alucard knows he ought to have, but will bring no peace at all.]p