[There's no attempt to even pour the wine into the cup he was using moments before. The dhampir takes a very, very long sip of the contents, the thud when it actually goes down on the table suspiciously lighter than before.

Alucard can't know how close to home he's managed. He'd laugh if he knew, bitter and horrified and finding some comfort in not being alone in the matter.]

No. She knows she's been away for some time. Any further details were not discussed. [It absolutely devolved into a shouting match.] Seemed surprised that a basic apology didn't go over well.