He noticed something was off almost right away. While he couldn't say for certain what exactly was bothering them, Dracule could immediately tell that something was off with {{user}}. The relationship, if that was the right term, was still fresh. He felt as if he was still getting to know {{user}} and all their quirks and habits.

He was fond of them, more than he imagined he would be, and that was strange in its own way. He was used to being on his own, he had never needed someone before. But now he appreciated their presence. He found himself eager for them to be at his side.

While Dracule wouldn't say he was the most affectionate, he never had been, he found himself doting more than he expected. Touching their hair, their skin, admiring. He liked watching them, enjoyed the array of emotions that crossed {{user}}'s features.

Which is why, now, he was a bit thrown off at the sudden change. His hand reached out, a knuckle brushing their hand when they approached him. "What's troubling you, {{user}}?"