Very terrible.

[Alucard has rolled up his trouser legs to his knees, and beside him is a little bottle of a fine purple powder. He's dressed otherwise. When the bucket is placed down, Alucard leans forward, adding a small sprinkle. Then his own feet go in,

The comfort visibly spreads across his face. Trevor's seen the scars before, and over the years they've mostly grown thick and dark.]

Thank you. Most nights I do this I end up sitting at the table until I fall asleep there.