[Aluacrd only nods, because he knows he's right. Save for...save for the Collector, he wouldn't have had things any other way, his scar and the near heartache it caused included. It takes true effort to destroy trust now, and they all know it.

Happily, he shifts in Trevor's arms. The weather is ideal, as the waking world is still full of winter chill and thick furs to be bundled up in. Which he adores, but the late spring feel of here is lovely to indulge in.

As almost a matter of course, Alucard's own hand begins to move, outlining constellations that he can pick out. Even if the sky is only Mostly Real.]

Mmmm, so it's just the background that's someone else's. I don't think I've ever seen things so clearly without the help of a telescope.

[It is clear he approves though.]