[Hector has only human senses to work with, but he can tell Alucard is a little flustered. Hector's own pulse has quickened. He nudges Cesar out of Alucard's lap and gives both dogs the silent suggestion to sleep. Abuse of his necromatic powers? Maybe.]

Well, we have a hypothesis, that you are lonely. The logical course of action is to devise a test, and proceed with rigorous scientific trials.

['Rigorous scientific trials' should not be a pick-up line, but here there be nerds.

Hector brings his fingers up to Alucard's chin and tilts his face toward Hector's.]

The night is young. What say you to getting to the bottom of this?

[If there is going to be a refusal, better to get it out in the open now, before Hector embarrasses himself any further with terrible innuendo.]