We were already in deep shit. It would have just been a different variety of deep shit. A...consistency matter, if we're to extend the metaphor to it's disgusting extreme.

[There's a pause as Alucard lets out a soft snort of disapproval. No, disbelief, that's the better word for it.]

Wouldn't have worked anyway. Even on a bad day I'd never survive an actual fight against my father. I'd have died, God knows what would have become of Sypha, and then Carmilla would just have my father in the worst fury he'd ever be in taking her and the whole city down.