[That's not the message he was trying to convey. He knows Alucard cares, in his own way; his approach to caring just happens to be more indirect, more about action, when sometimes a simple 'how are you' is all someone needs. That said, the kiss is a brief, pleasant distraction, and he's a little less uneasy when Alucard pulls away.

The eye just watched that, which is... not great, but he'll try not to let that ruin it.]

I take that to mean there's no easy solution, here. The offer of assistance is appreciated. And I'm... [He pauses, thinking.] Glad of you. [He really sounds like an old, emotionally constipated man right now.

He glances back at the church, and he's not eager to return to Saint's watching him, but it would be an improvement over literally everything currently happening.

And the Archivist is staring at them through the window. Anderson casts him an irate look, coupled with a similarly irate sound.]

I think the eldritch is perfectly fond of me, unfortunately. Just a different category of fondness.

That's The Archivist, by the way. Should you ever encounter him, I recommend either covering his mouth, his ears, or descending into the earth. His abilities are rather useless once you know how to deal with them.