[That is a problem. Alucard knows he's two days out from home.]

By your laws, what does make the difference?

[It's a step too far. There's a flash of movement, and the blade of the sword is no longer simply ready. It rests against Trevor's neck instead, the razor thin edge of it drawing blood in the tiniest amount. There's a chance it might heal, Alucard doesn't mind. He's made a point, and that his hand is so steady should signal to the fae to knock it the hell off.]

Anything that requires being held apart or departing these lands will never be a thing that holds interest for me.