"I built the entire crypt under Gresit, you know." Because Sypha, you're going to come for his engineering abilities when you broke it in the first place? He thinks not. And he absolutely thinks not that he'll allow any random person into that hold.

The kiss to the Alucard version of a deeply furrowed brow mollifies him only slightly. The wrinkle remains, and he huffs like the child he sometimes is through all the bluster and attempts at maturity.

It's Sypha just using him as furniture that causes the dhampir to let go of that thought. She's warm, and brings so much warmth with her.

"It might help in time." That could be a truth. He doesn't know for sure. "It's one of the few remaining marks of him in this world."