[Alucard doesn't believe the first part. The second, maybe, if the antlers on the fae's head are anything to go by. He doesn't want to rely on this fae at all.
The sword does not go lower. His eyes remain fixated on Trevor, gold, cold, and unmoved.]
Noted.
[No thank yous, no politeness, just that coldness he always projects to the world at large.]
Go then. This hunt of yours is done. I am not something you can own.
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The sword does not go lower. His eyes remain fixated on Trevor, gold, cold, and unmoved.]
Noted.
[No thank yous, no politeness, just that coldness he always projects to the world at large.]
Go then. This hunt of yours is done. I am not something you can own.