It wasn't until the pencil snapped that Alucard opened his eyes, turning to D slowly. There's a measured care to the movement, one that betrays how unsure Alucard is about what may happen next. There has never been a reason to think that any of D's nature is similar to his own, but this? It simply threw it all into sharp contrast.

So quietly, carefully, once that pencil snapped, Alucard met D's eyes. The red? That was of no concern. Alucard had seen it before in other vampires. In his father. The fangs too, although that D's could extend was a thing Alucard found himself slightly jealous of.

Yet here they were.

Carefully, without moving from his spot, Alucard asked: "What do you need?"

Not how can I help.