"Does he at the very least pay you for your work?" [ Leon can't imagine wanting to be near the monsters, nor their remains, any longer than needed be. From what he hears of Trevor, it seems the other Belmont views their bodies as reminders of his past accomplishments. While Alucard golf claps for him...? That's the impression he gets. ]

"Ah. Right, right. Well, see his hand here?" [ This vague blob of scribble, Alucard. ] "I'm about as long as this part of his finger, sort of like between the knuckle and the first joint." [ Leon gestures with his own fingers, pinching a small space estimate to his own description, and then lowers his hand to touch the page. ] "To scale. You'd probably be about the same, but maybe you can turn into something bigger." [ He's actually really curious about the extent of Alucard's abilities, but too polite to ask outright. ]