Speaker. You know what they're like.

[ He doesn't need to make the request. Trevor pulls a stool up behind Alucard's chair, carefully starting work on releasing the delicate wirework of the crown from his hair. It's calming work, after the fuss that was finding a way to get the intruder safely out from a crowd of vampires while figuring out if she intended any harm toward Alucard. ]

She was here to witness the event. It's a good thing, means word'll spread quicker. Should have probably put her in a dungeon, but it didn't look like she'd had a good meal in weeks.

[ He's kind of a shitty jailor. ]