[ alucard takes a while to dry off. it's an effort he doesn't really feel like putting forth, but if he stays wet he's just going to get everything damp and gross and cold.

he does watch anderson trail out of the bathroom though, and he's in the hall in a towel when the clothes get thrown at him. he scowls but doesn't complain, dragging the fabric down and changing into them quickly. for a guy as exhibitionistic as him, he likes being covered up--doubly so now, with the ugly scar in his chest.

at the question he sighs, shrugging and scrubbing at his hair with the towel just in case. ]

You'd think being dead would be restful, but I'm exhausted. I'll probably try to sleep some. That--would help, thanks.

[ he'll aim for the bin, but no promises. ]