They were from the Ottoman Empire, correct? [There's a flinch there, remembering the disgusting glee his father had at the fall of the Sick Old Man of Europe finally dying.] My father's biases exist, and several of them are laid at the feet of the Ottomans.

[Another reason to claim the house, at the very least. The world goes by the car windows, bringing them ever closer to the city itself.]

But I see why he used the place.

[He hates it, but Alucard can see the logic. He speeds up the car, and settles into silence until they reach the agreed upon point for dropping Trevor off. Half an hour's walk from the place. When Trevor is out of the car, Alucard is off again, careful to park the car a few blocks away.

When he approaches the house, he feels the key in the pocket of his coat start to grow warm. Carefully, once at the gate, Alucard takes out the key, and uses the first to open it. When he closes the gate behind him, he doesn't throw the bolt. It'll be unlocked for Trevor.

At the front door, he hesitates. Swears softly, then enters.]