[This is bad.

Alucard lifts one of his hands from Trevor's, but it's only to pick up his desk phone.]

It'll be faster if we call right now. The drive is too long, and we need this much closed. For all our sake's.

[But Sypha's most of all. He wants to drag Trevor into his arms, kiss the top of his head and fuss all that he can, but that option isn't available to him. Not in the office.]

Sit down. Please.

[There's no hiding the worry in his voice.]