[The urge to eyeroll at being called a child is fought back against, but just barely. There's no good response to offer. There is only maintaining the same posture, and acting as if Dracula's approach is as simple and straight forward as anyone else approaching. A small part of Alucard does panic though, the memory of their last confrontation rising to the surface and leaning into flight instead of fight.

But that won't do.]

Doubtlessly she would not. But in thinking about preventing further harm and others from undergoing the same heartache that we have, and only having human means to deal with such an event, I would not regret it for a moment. [He can't know about how much worse it will become to be accused of witchcraft in Europe. There's only cold confidence as it relates to the present.]

I see no reason for it. I could be flippant and ask about technicalities here - if you count as re-undead, resurrected undead, a specter, or whatever - but that's hardly the point and I can't make myself care. I've done my grieving. You're here. So be it. I'll tell you helpful things like the vampires sell blood wine in Nocwich's stalls, but that's it. I built a life here without being the son of Dracula. I wish to maintain that without interference or opinions.