[When Trevor walks in, Alucard is in the middle of dealing with the sheets. The dust has been shaken off, and atop the sheets now are a few of the furs from Alucard's own bed. He knows this estate will have none of his well loved luxuries, like that of a heated home, so he has come prepared. Or at least trying to be prepared.
He's quiet as he lets Trevor finish the work. But once he's done, Alucard clears his throat.]
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He's quiet as he lets Trevor finish the work. But once he's done, Alucard clears his throat.]
What should I call you?