He should be terrified--Alucard can rend worlds apart and his powers are unstable at the moment, there's no telling what he could do accidentally. But mostly he just slumps slightly, relieved that things are alright. Or, well, as alright as they're going to get.

"I started getting real clothes... Before everything. I havent had real clothes in years. I didn't need them." That doesn't explain why it's wrinkled, but it's something.

It's of note that the sharpness of Alfred's dress unsettles him because this too reminds him blatantly of Walter, who he still feels the ache of betrayal from strongly. But he manages a smile, pushing the thoughts away, sorting them for some other time when he's alone. Now is... this, as strange as it feels to be the object of someone's attentions in this way.

"I take showers normally," he explains, shrugging. There's a strange after-image following the movement, like there's a shadow version of Alucard standing in the same place and moving slightly more slowly than him. "But I think I'd like that." The bond movie comment makes him snort faintly though, shaking his head. "It's good to see you."