I am perfectly dramatic when the need arises for it, and only then. This [Alucard gestures to what is around them] is screeching dramatics from on high every day of one's life. Consider a scale, and have this be the highest, most dramatic end of it.

[The trapdoors are obvious, at least, and Alucard keeps his focus down rather than up. He expects something to come from below, and when it is clear nothing shall, his eyes do catch on what Trevor has already noted. The grim look on his face intensifies somehow, and he is glad to be free of the sights.

Using the torch in hand is better than relying on the lights to show what the backstage is. The ropes, the bars, those make sense. Operates curtains, operates the hooks, controls the production. Beyond that is the usual discomfort.]

Most likely. I'd expect such tunnels run under more than just this theatre. More of a torture to move through these things than to just walk through a windowless castle.

[The torch shines down the tunnel anyway. There's a chill, but only for the fact the tunnels are deeper in the earth.]

We can come back to this part later.