I think at least the former is your favorite. Bleeding just happens to coincide frequently.

[He hesitates, then shakes his head.] I think I'd rather you stay. At least for awhile. Not that you have to.

[But doing this alone seems... well. Rather lonely. And he doesn't want to do that.]

Help yourself to the freezer. It's fairly well stocked.

[Alucard for his part is taking his wine glass and pouring the blood into it, because he has to be a dramatic sophisticated asshole like his father. He starts to drink, and... it becomes quickly apparently what kind of lightweight he is, a blush seeping into his usually pale cheeks.]