I don't think I'm going to get any compliments nicer than 'a step up from seawater'.

[ Oh. Alucard's legs aren't there anymore. He was enjoying leaning his head against them like an overgrown moth-cat. But no matter, he shuffles to lean against the chair instead and curls his big, dusty wings around himself like a blanket. It's still nice. ]

Yeah, sounds about right. Like the world hasn't stopped beating the shit out of you, but there's something padding the blows.

[ A short pause, because he maybe should have thought that metaphor through a little. He sighs and shakes his head. ]

I'm not going to make things right. This isn't me trying to make things right.