[Alucard does in fact recognize a thin patina of fondness in all of it, and that? That is a pleasant surprise. It is the first time he's dealt with any positive recognition of the eight centuries that were not since all of them returned, and it is hard not to feel....he's not even sure how he feels. Like something halfway decent could come out of it.]

I'm holding you to it.

[He exits, returning a few moments later with a broom, dustpan, and an extra trash can which is absolutely not going to hold that much debris. The can goes down beside the nearest pile of pieces, and Alucard leans a bit more on the broom.]

Well, I guess the question about space collides with the question of living with another person, or would you still like to fall into certain bad jokes about vampires being territorial cats that hiss a lot?