[ it's the strangest sensation, the fangs leaving his throat, the blood clotting without him having to do anything. still, in a few scant moments, he's drawing on the force-- urging his flesh to knit, for his blood to begin replenishing itself. it's already starting to close as he glances back up at alucard, a little startled in spite of himself. ]

We're all in this together, right? [ he brushes his hair back over his shoulder, fully zipping his jumpsuit back up and adjusting his collar. he offers a quick upward twist of his lips, barely a smile, but there. ] And I'm probably more suited to be helping you with your meals than the average humanoid here, at least.