[The little tugs of fabric are a language that's special to them. Just theirs. A secret thing that not even Sypha shares, although she has figured out the broad strokes of it.

Alucard does take the bread, and he dips a piece of it in the stew before bringing it up and taking a small bite.]

I don't know how I want them to be forever yet. But for recovery, I...I don't know if happy is the right word, but it feels right for what's needed at the moment.