Oh, that was quick.

[Alucard looks up when Trevor enters, looking mostly surprised about the speed that all has been done. There's five minutes left for the poaching, and that means he can go take care of the wards. He's quick to get to his feet.]

I'll do that now. Can you make sure the pots don't boil over, please?

[There's no time for Trevor to respond. Alucard's taking advantage of vampire speed to get upstairs. Get the wards set. Ensure that tonight they're safe no matter what tries to escape those catacombs.

He's slightly more relaxed upon entering the kitchen again. Slight being the key word, because as Alucard fishes the chicken out of the poaching liquid, his shoulders are still too square. His body is still too taught when he puts the dinner plates down in front of them both, and there's that uncomfortable silence again as Alucard eats. He doesn't savor any of it, he only gets it eaten so that the matter is done.

There's been so many worse things in his life. Alucard doesn't know why it is that this is getting to him so badly.

He needs to break the silence. Small talk. Good, tedious small talk.]

I'm probably going to go right to bed after I do this evening's dishes, if you don't mind me in your bed tonight.