[ Already, Trevor has a metal spike at the vampire's heart. He doesn't stab, not yet, but- ]

What the fuck?

[ The sunlight's definitely falling on him. On bare skin, even, and doing absolutely fucking nothing. He takes note of that, but also of the irons. Of the scar, of the grooves dug into the coffin by claws matching the shards stone under the vampire's nails. Someone's pissed Dracula off, haven't they? That could be good news for them, if he plays this right. ]

Call for reinforcements, and I stab down. [ He forces his voice steady. ] Otherwise, my friend and I need a guide. Give your word to help us find our way through the castle, and I'll let you out.