"You were something out of the ordinary," Alucard murmurs, thoughtful and considering. That's the easiest way to understand being followed by a figure on a horse, eyes glowing. "There was no emotion you could read from either, was there?"

It is a tiny detail. Perhaps it will reveal nothing. Alucard can only imagine that Death is a thing with no emotions, not in the way the living world understands them. Death has seen all, heard all, interacted with all. Why would Death be so moved to an emotion beyond potential curiosity at something well...strange.

Reality does not call to Alucard yet. He is awash in careful and measured consideration.