The mortal vessel of Dracula's power shook his head. "Right now, I wouldn't mind if someone called me Barney the purple dinosaur..." he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. That he looked like someone this person knew was... slightly unsettling, given that white hair and red eyes were not at all common traits where Soma came from.

He had not missed the empty scabbard, strange though it was. Being babied, as it were, might have made him irate were he not half dead, starved and frozen. "Soma... Soma Cruz... I was looking for someone. A friend... Mina..."

Taking a little initiative, Soma reached out a shivering hand to take one of the towels. It was soft, and relatively warm, and fuzzy; imminently towel-like and squeezable. Not like his plushies, but it would do. Besides, he didn't want to get his plushies wet. They got mad when they were wet...