Shaving
There were definite downsides to be a regenerator. While he cared deeply for his vampires, and knew that a little fresh blood once in a while was a necessity for them, he knew they didn't need it as much as they claimed.
But apparently, as Alucard's master, his blood was an exceptional treat. They certainly reacted strongly to the tiniest wound, and he had to be careful of any nick or scratch around them, or he'd have big-eyed, doleful vampires staring woefully at him for a taste. It didn't help when they realized that he regenerated blood almost immediately, too, so there really WASN'T a reason he couldn't feed them, right?
They were absolutely lacking in restraint if they thought they might get a little taste. It wasn't threatening, but it was annoying. He was well aware that he indulged them far too often.
He finished hanging a framed scripture on the wall, checking the windows, ceiling, the back of the door, the floor, and every likely entry point for a scripture or a crucifix. The bathroom looked rather ridiculous at this point.
But dammit, he WOULD be shaving in peace today.