[Alucard's able to keep up with ease. Maria may be a little taller than he is, which is almost dad height in truth, making it all second nature. It's impossible not to notice how tension in Maria decreases the closer they draw to the city, and--

--well he's against coat wearing, but he isn't going to pick that fight. That seems a poor life choice.]

I'll accept a drink once we're top side. In my garden, if you wish to examine the progress.

[He has so many roses now.] And yes, I am. Would that be easiest for you?