I also expect that to be commentary on the Belmont profession of choice.

[Moving is out of the question for them both. Alucard would move them closer to the fire, but he has no trust of the dogs right now, nor energy to move. All he can manage is to keep a hold of Sypha, and even that feels like a test of what energy remains.

Alucard coughs, aware of the fact there is still blood sliding down his throat.]

There...I had a dream about the kind of hunt on the mural above us once.