'f you want. Not going to be insulted if you actually want to have supper and get some use out of the rest of the day.

[ It's later than they'd usually have dinner, but earlier than they'd usually sleep. A weird, undefined time that Alucard might usually use for reading and that he'd probably use for getting all the thousands of little jobs that need to be done to get the castle back in some kind of order done.

He pulls back the blankets and sits down on the rug. It really is nice. Soft. Warmer than the old curtain he was using to keep his back off the cold floor back in winter. ]

Fuck, it's like a real bed.