Actually, that's rather why I'm using your wrist.

[It's intimate without being overly so, and it allows a modicum of distance. Enough to hopefully ease the discomfort.

Alucard places one hand under Hector's wrist, gently guiding it to his nose. There's no snuffling about like a dog, or even getting his nose right up against the skin. Instead, Alucard holds Hector's wrist about half an inch away, and when he sniffs he tries to keep the noise as muted as possible.

Then he takes another whiff, this one a little louder.]

There's a faint hint of grave dirt here, but the soap and other smells mask it, mostly.