Barring the crows' involvement and all those heavy implications his cursed eye can see looming over Alucard, everything about this moment is hitting Allen with a displaced sense of déjà vu. He has heard the same accusations before, hollered in voices that were very much human, and the one they were directed at did actually bite Allen after breathing on him much the same way. It was a tough battle, frightening at several points, but also a lesson that people aren't always what they seem.

...He rather thinks this principle may not apply to Alucard so well, and yet, the man hasn't harmed him yet. Has, in fact, been helping by getting rid of those crows, as questionable as his methods may appear to be. It's enough to make Allen suppress battle-honed instincts to strike, though it takes quite a bit of brutal effort, and all he does is whip around to face this new xenian (distressing how broad a term it's turning out to be). For a moment, he simply meets Alucard's eyes in a manner more searching than challenging ― his eyes, not whatever's sharing his body at the moment. Then confusion flickers in his expression at the question, sharp realisation lighting his eyes a bare second later, before they quickly cool in reservation.

"I wouldn't know, and I don't care what He thinks," It's spoken with the stubborn edge of someone who's invested very personally in this particular topic. "Not when I can think for myself."