Where else are we going to go? [Alucard shifts just a little, so that he's at a far more comfortable angle to run his fingers through Trevor's hair. It is, unshockingly, a total mess. So he starts to try and fix it, nails picking through tangles and clumps of dried blood.]

Although I expect the "I'll do whatever you say" thing must extend to Sypha's demands as well. [There's already a noise of approval, so now Alucard's locked into this agreement.]