[There's no such thing as a straight priority among these three.

Alucard lands neatly on his feet, casting only a moment's glance back to his home for all of four centuries. The flowers are...they're a kindness, aren't they? Maybe he'll go back in, when everything's over. Just another Belmont weapon, one kept in a very pretty box.

He frowns at the two as they bicker.]

I'm going to turn into a bat. One of you will find a way to keep me unseen and carry me into that room. Understood?