[Alucard's already to respond to Trevor's smart remark, but then the mood becomes painfully somber instead. The dhampir goes still, the hand that has tugged his cloak around him now reaching up to bury itself in the cloak's fur collar.]
How do you know any of this?
[He isn't demanding, thankfully. Just cautious and worried.]
no subject
How do you know any of this?
[He isn't demanding, thankfully. Just cautious and worried.]