Long habit and supernatural reflexes spared Alucard the mess of reincorporating his head, though there was a hole clear through him where a fair portion of his shoulder had been a moment ago. He drew the dripping blood into the wound to seal it. With a touch of his hand, the wet blood staining the sheets flowed back into his form and disappeared.
"Come now, Master. Do you not believe you are overreacting? Who else would steal into your bed in the middle of the morning?" He patted the mattress. "Lie back down. You are still healing. You need your rest."