[This man runs his mouth too much, fits in too many words when half of them would do just as well. Alucard’s forced sitting position is the opposite of threatening, but his eyes bore holes into the other with obvious dissatisfaction. The fabric of his overlarge coat pools around him, rucked up around a bent leg.]

Familiar enough. [He wouldn’t even need to be commanded to tell the truth on this front; what a waste of goodwill, now souring like milk.] I don’t know this place. I don’t know the people here. And yet here I am, having awakened to it all, just like you, and bowing to the commands of strangers.

Satisfactory?

[fuck you and your pork bun]