[Alucard's hand is rough and worn against Trevor's. It's not callouses from hard mannual labor, but just living rough for nearly half his life. Sypha's hands are much the same way, and it makes the contrast against Trevor's feel just that much more. Holding it though is pleasant and cool against his own skin.

It's at that point he clocks the redness in Trevor's ears, and in response the alchemist rubs his thumb over and over the dhampir's knuckles.]

Of course.

[To reinforce the point, Alucard leans his shoulder against Trevor's. Just enough to reinforce trust.]

You're thinking too much.