They were only served meat rarely. Or on special occasions, but a good, prime cut of meat was hard to come by. Even if his body needed blood and only blood to keep going, the feel of sinking his teeth into a juicy, delicious steak was another luxury he treated himself to. Maybe they had bags of it in a cooler, like how he used to have back home. Maybe he could pass himself off as anemic, after all he did look pale enough to play the part.

Alucard grinned, stretching lazily before half-lying down on the table. "Why yes," he replied merrily, shark-like teeth and fangs fully exposed. Seeing as Straw Hat Boy had already guessed it correctly off the bat, he saw no purpose in trying to hide.