[This is affection enough on its own, isn't it? There's the steady swipe of his hand, the proximity. He knows Alucard wants and needs closeness right now and he is providing that, if in a controlled manner. And, to be honest, he wants it too, after being afraid that Alucard was gone for three days straight. But if he indulges himself, he'll just end up being frustrated later.

The loofah moves up his thigh next, over his knee, and then down the length of his leg, with Anderson shuffling back to scrub at the hard to reach crevices.]

Are you really that helpless as a man? You were a war lord, once, and he wouldn't have the jump on you this time.

[Not that he's going to invite Alucard along, because he's not entirely sure what being turned human again would do to Alucard after he was in the morgue for three days.]

Or do I need to start taking you to the gym? I could tie him to your back while you have a go on the treadmills. Double the exercise.

[Don't go to the gym with Anderson. Clearly it wouldn't end well.]