"He's a big, strong, Belmont. He'll be fine." Alucard's dealt with the boars plenty of times, and Trevor? Trevor's spent most of his adult life hunting food. He has no worries about his ability to handle himself in a situation, gored or ungored. The dhampir's thoughts are on how to prepare the meat instead.

While Sypha thinks of puppies, Alucard thinks of dinner. His mind goes to the spices in the kitchen, what's running low, and what markets will have replacements. The Ottomans are so heavily involved in the trade that their invasion is almost a good thing, at least from a culinary perspective. They bring cheaper spices.

Right. They'll need cinnamon, he's down to the last stick.

His shopping list done, Alucard is about to close his eyes. It's Sypha's collision against him that drags him out of his thought process, and back to--

--he's been stroking her scars all morning, hasn't he?

"What about me?" The emphasis and tone are as warm as he can be for still being in bed.