[Alucard draws himself up just a little bit more, channeling every inch of his father he can. He knows what Dracula at his most imposing looks like, and to put it into action is...he looms is what he does, casting a shadow even in low light.]

I thought I was dealing with an all too clever man of means who could find any sort of magical solution to mundane problem. Surely you don't mean to imply all of your wealth comes from investing in a single man.

[Cold, gold eyes meet that of the Merchant's, daring contradiction.]

There are plenty of ways to manufacture bolts of silk, after all.