[Alucard doesn't like this one goddamn bit. He can't respond with Trevor's blood on his lips, he has to take a moment to raise his other hand and wipe it off on the sleeve of his coat. That's...actually not the worst thing he could do, if he understands how fae magic works. But the blood's gone, he can respond.]

Right now you've made that so.

[The sword moves from throat to shoulder in one flash, and this time there's no teasing. In a moment, the blade digs into Trevor's shoulder, right below the bone moving in.]

I take care of my own needs, fae. Whatever you offer, I know it comes with terms and conditions, and I am not that foolish.