With no wine cork around for the bottle, Alcard pauses. Considers. Then extends a fingernail into the cork itself and wiggles, because this seems the better option than using his fangs.

"Godbrand probably did have a kennel," he manages through a short, sharp burst of a laugh. The corks pops out, and with no glasses around, Alucard wordlessly offers Lenore the bottle first. Throwing genocide in is what kills his laugh though, and he tries to clamp down on any further outward reaction.

"They may have a strong apparatus for keeping those personalities at bay. Or their court culture has norms that address it. Regardless, this is the result."