He turns and looks at Alucard. Really looks at him. His arms cross over his chest and he holds his head high. "What kind of butler do you take me for, mate. A job worth doing is worth doing properly. If I must, I'll bring in an entire laundry mat. You should count yourself lucky that I don't march meself back to mines and get me it right now." An empty threat. He's not leaving. He's not certain Alucard would let him back in. "Mark me words, I will bring whatever I have to and you and your laundry will have a reconning."

The little huff is purely for show and he drops his arms to get back to Alucard's side to pat what he hopes is back. Might be cloud. Hard to tell. "Don't apologise. I should have come earlier. Had I known you was in a way, I could have helped you sooner. But as me mum says, you can't uncrack an egg."

In the bathroom, he finally loses a layer of his 'armor' so he can roll his shirt sleeves up to get the bath water ready. Everything seems well practiced, second nature, from the second he kneels by the tub to the moment he gets that perfect temperature.

"You know I could. Ain't difficult locks to pick. Maybe I still will, get you some nice bath salts in here." He doesn't look up, contemplating.

"Alucard....have you eaten?"