[Alucard does catch the moment that tension leaves Trevor's body in full. He wishes he could do the same himself, but at the moment he can feel every part of himself starting to heal up, and while the most painful parts of it are indeed past, there's still fire going through most of his nerve endings.]

Compulsion makes it too easy to cover one's tracks. [It's easy to guess what Trevor's thinking is. Likewise, it's easy to guess what must be done to whoever is responsible.

It isn't a thought he dwells on. Alucard needs to focus on powering through the worst of this, especially before Sypha returns home. She's going to have a fit, rightfully so, and then where will any of them be? The toll of this regency has been great, assassination was bound to happen, but all the same. Once there's one attempt, it'll be known. There will be more.

Alucard looks at the hand offered, and there's a worried noise.]

I think there was too much aconite steam on my hands. Is there soap and water...

[How fucking stupid would it be to just poison Trevor after all of this?]

But after...yes.

[To handholding, he means.]