[Live. It has to be a good enough thing for now, and the vampire makes a soft, mollified noise at it. There's still so much guilt for forcing this, and there are deeper fears about the Belmont legacy and what doing Dracula's bidding might become in Trevor's worse moments.

He lies to himself. If his father wasn't here, if it was them after Carmilla, Trevor would probably be helping with this kind of work anyway. Insisting on it.]

So long as you declare it so.

[The hand on Trevor's chest catches in his shirt, getting knotted up in the fabric there.]

When you're back. [When.] I asked Sypha to share one of her favorite tales every day. So when you're around...

[If this work gives pause.]