When Walter immediately demands to know where his normal shape is, Alucard realizes he may have made a tactical error.
He’d thought surely the boy would prefer to fight alongside someone who at least outwardly resembled a child his own age. And if that child happened to be disarmingly adorable, so much the better. Walter could perhaps try to appreciate his efforts.
“The particular form I take means nothing to me,” Alucard says with all the icy gravitas possible for a little girl in a furry hat. “I can change my shape into anything.”
Walter, the ungrateful brat, just glares.