[That she asks is a relief, and that it's the same question Alucard would have settled on is both a reminder of how in sync they are with each other and how it seems these heartbreaks follow them. He shakes a little, the memory still powerful. He can't be having with that, not right now.

His Romanian is still archaic. Trevor and Trevor's grandmothers still give him shit for it (and refuse to help him modernize. Which is rude!!!)

You snuck away from your caravan, and we spoke at a crossroads. You bid me rest until morning, and you found me with your robes over my chest and leaves in my hair. I cannot imagine what you thought, but I pray it's changed.

[No, he's still a disaster.]