It'll be some time. Those don't begin until September.

[Alucard nods at Trevor's other question. No denying it, but it's also a turn to a topic they really, really do need to discuss.]

You come to my door demanding death and shaming me with truths while I'm in mourning. [He's saying it to make that clear. Trevor's timing is fucking garbage.] Yes. Horribly and desperately.

We need to determine how to play your existence within this city's political landscape. You...complicate matters.