[Trevor has to stifle a snicker behind one hand, because something about the notion of Dracula bitching about movies is more entertaining than it has any right to be. It lends him a degree of humanity Trevor had never considered before Adrian came into his life, and it's as disconcerting as it is endearing. Trevor doesn't even question it anymore. He's sure there are only so many times Adrian can hear You're kidding, there is no way Dracula actually... before it gets nauseating.

But that's not the half of it on this particular point. Trevor shrugs, gesturing vaguely with one hand.]

Not places like this. I wouldn't bore you with the places my family dragged me to. They're... sycophantic. There's no heart or quality to it, just-- Just appearances, you know? Charity balls and award dinners, because God forbid you get on the Duke's bad side and lose his sponsorship; better to kiss ass and save face than actually do anything worthwhile for society.

[From Trevor's tone, it sounds as if worthwhile translates to anything but hunting monsters.]

So yes. They were parading me around from the time I was five or so. In tiny suits, with shoes I never kept on and always got a wollop for.

[Trevor's hand tightens momentarily around Adrian's, then relaxes again when he forces himself back to the present.]

But you've never been to an opera? [It's almost incredulous.] Carmen? Madama Butterfly? Tosca?