Alucard is braced for something, anything, but he's not sure what to do with what he gets. He can see Alfred's jaw tensing but all he does is urge his way inside instead and Alucard can't help but take a step back in surprise, allowing him into the space.

He's well aware of the stubbornness of the British, and especially so British butlers. So he just... lets it happen, feeling a little emotionally dazed.

But... Alfred chose to come to him for something that will calm him, will help him focus, and Alucard can't bring himself to say no in the face of it. "Alright," he finally says, shutting the door behind him quietly. He still doesn't know what to do when people are nice to him. He's not blind to the fact that he's just been called important, either.

His apartment isn't actually too bad, though it's extremely spartan at the moment because he just threw away everything that got broken in the struggle when he was taken. "My shirt isn't that bad," he adds, sounding vaguely put out. Still, he reaches out to settle a hand gently at the side of Alfred's neck, the touch oddly affectionate even if his hand twitches a little involuntarily.