I sometimes see to my own comforts.

[There's still that hesitation for taking the hand. But Trevor's earned trust in the right ways, so Alucard takes it all the same.]

There are still moments it gives me pause. But then my feet remind me that there is a reason for it, and the moment passes. [They don't burn witches here. But heretics? The Ottomans still deal with heretics.]

None in particular. It's the only indulgence I rely on.