There's something -- off about the man. The chemicals tell Alucard that there may have been something off about him for quite some time, but the behavior: the swaying, the absentmindedness, the taste of his sweat all pointed toward something the Nosferatu had expected of Floyd all this time. It's only how his new form mimics Floyd by sitting back itself and tilting its head that Alucard shows his interest.

He's met the one-off addict in the past, but never one so...at tune with what ailed him. It made Floyd interesting, to say the least. And to not seem rude after discovering this -- because, really, Floyd had no idea what he was about to get into -- Alucard deigns it necessary to speak.

"Wash yourself before trying to pet a wild animal," he says, the words eking out of his open maw without the thing opening at all. "Your taste is abhorrent."