Alucard barely deigned to glance at Walter, turning his head slowly and shifting only slightly under the now messy pile of blankets, "Mm, why bother rising? Nothing to do. Slide in, Walter, the sheets have grown cold- only first, bring me dinner? I'm ravenous." He shifted again, very slowly, deliberately, seeming to ooze and take up the entirety of the bed, barring Walter access until he obeyed the request for dinner.

It wasn't an abnormal request, in Alucard's opinion, Walter was up and mobile and obviously wanted to be up and mobile. Why not put all of that youthful life and energy to a good purpose? Namely taking the edge off this piggish need to indulge, to bloat himself with blood like a fat tick.