You assume right. And you did a shitty job of that, too. Left the fucking curtain pole.

[ Not that he can stand up and reach to wrench it off the wall right now. The rest, the rest he is bewildered by. Vampires don't put blood into humans. What the fuck. ]

Don't care about turning. [ And right now, that's true. This is going to be over long before it should be a problem. This should have been over weeks ago. ] Where the fuck is Dracula and why the fuck is there a willowy golden mosquito in his house refusing to kill Belmonts?