[Oh it's magic bullshit, don't ask him to explain it. canon sure doesn't. All that matters is that it works, and that in this particular case, no one got injured by the flying sword either.

Gideon is absolutely right about no fighting in the kitchen, and with that, Alucard relaxes the stance. The blade is gently placed on the kitchen table, and--

--yeah. He rather saw that coming. Killjoy the dhampir can be though, as his tone is a serious:] I'm not a trained bat.

[Alucard, who became a series of bats to make a point at Jaskier. Instead, Alucard gestures to the table, where there is already a bowl of salt. He moves towards the kitchen itself, and heads towards the breadbox there.

Bread and salt. Minimum hospitality. The dhampir moves swiftly to gather a few hunks of bread, butter, plum jam, and put it all on a cutting board in a way that looks more artistic and well thought out than anything should be. When it's brought over, he sits.]

Hospitality first. Although I would ask what you're doing here.