Well, it wasn't done as a reminder. It was more akin to attempting to grasp at any straws of similarity to his previous life. Alucard had mentioned that certain things may repeat. It was almost a game for him to figure out what had remained the same and what hadn't. Apparently the scar was the same, as was his stature. More or less. The times changed, diet changed, thus things like that changed.

Love. That wasn't a nickname he expected either.

Richard pushed himself to sit up further once the light filled the room. He winced, raising a hand slightly to the bright light. He had adjusted to the dark room rather quickly. Alucard always had things dimmed when it came to rooms. Apparently even dhampires were sensitive to the light.

"Dracula Jr. I like that." Richard chuckled, leaning over the foot of the bed. "I might call him that later."

He took note of the scars on her back. He had his own scars from Vampire Killer. No, not just the ancestral whip. All manners of weapons that Alucard insist he learn. Different whips, stakes, any basic rudimentary beast killing weapons.

"Not himself, no. But, he hired help." Richard shrugged. "Silver bullets, bullets with holy water made into them. Things like that."