[It's a decent stab. But it also means that Alucard is in close range, and is quick enough to seize Trevor into a terrible grapple. He's hissing, his fangs are bared (he's so going to get in trouble with Sypha when this is done, Alucard knows it).]

The Great War was the thing of men, not all the creatures that live outside of their realms, Belmont.

[He grabs Trevor's hair all too roughly.]

You're drunk and you have a death wish. I have no intention of obliging.