[At least Alucard can retain some quickness of mind to make up for the sluggishness his body is undergoing, not unlike walking through molasses. Being told to do whatever he pleases releases the tautness corded through the whole of his body, experiencing a slow drain that stops just short of losing any actual caution. A thin veil of relief, maybe, but his figurative guard is still up.]

And I don’t recognize you from the… [Ah, the pause here is very hard to miss.] …bus, either, and yet I have reason to believe both of our attentions were divided at the time.

[“Divided” is a very liberal way of phrasing it.]

So if I ask you questions—

[And here comes an attempt to step around Hei, because despite his rather detached demeanor, Alucard is interested in the state of the barely-alive man sprawled on the ground.]

—you won't answer them for me?