The bottle is passed. If nothing else, Alucard seems to be conservative in how much he is taking in each sip to ensure that he's sharing well. To Lenore's point, he lets out a weary noise.

"It was a nice thing to forget for most of my life."

It is all he can really offer. Being raised in the castle and the village where his mother worked provided extensive shelter, where such things were only ever abstract. "Just know they have chains that can deprive us of our natural abilities. Their dungeon likewise blocks them."

A polite heads up, if it can be anything. Lenore is cannier than he is, that much is already apparent. She'll be more likely to survive within the walls of that castle.

"May I ask if you have other interests that occupy your time?"