[Moments pass like tiny eternities in Alucard's pointed stare, and then all of a sudden—

It softens. His brow lifts, his eyes relax.]

Once knew a friend by the same.

[A common name, perhaps. But know, Alucard knows it to be deeper, and not to be deeper at all. It is, and it isn't. That's easy for Alucard to accept.]

Call me what you'd like.

Or if you'd rather not waste your breath, you can leave with me.

[He turns away, then, eyeing around to find the graveyard's gate, where he assumes an exit into whatever town they're in will be.]

Smells too much like dirt for my tastes.