[ Dorian might just catch him staring at that smirk when he turned. It had been a while since he'd had anyone to bounce his dry sarcasm off of and Dorian had the sort of sharp wit that Alucard openly enjoyed. ]

What an expert you are in my tastes.

[ With the wrong tone, that could've come across as rude, but the wicked smile and teasing tone softened Alucard's words. It may not have been very wise, however, to have made a quip about tastes seeing as less than an hour ago Alucard was drinking Dorian's blood. The connection was obvious to him a second after he said it, but he wasn't about to highlight it himself.

He also didn't correct Dorian, hinting that he may have been right about his penchant for the rough and tumble side of exchanges. ]

Where you live, hm...

[ In Alucard's mind this was going to go one of two ways. One, he was actually taking him to a church, where he was going to be met with raving locals wielding pitchforks setting up a pyre for him or... he was just going to his home, exposing not only where he lived but leaving the two of them alone. Putting himself in further jeopardy.

He wasn't sure which one would be worse (or more dangerous, perhaps) at this stage. ]

Ah, sorry to disappoint you but I do have a name, although it's rare that I hear it.

My name is Adrian Ţepeş.