He has. Lazy fuck. Don't know why you keep him around.

[ By the time he stretches, pulling himself up so he's sitting against the pillows and can pull Alucard down against his chest, he's mostly awake. That was the news, mostly. That he's acting as the arbiter of this horrible business for the meantime. But he clarifies further, as much as he can. ]

Can't tell you where, or why, or- anything, really. [ He might not even if he could, in truth, knowing where Dracula's gone to. It'd quickly put a damper on everything if he let it. ] But- Three days. We won't be seeing him for three days, at least.