Sypha muffles a snort in her elbow. Yes, Trevor's a big strong Belmont, but he's a big bulky target. Alucard has the advantage of speed and slightly stab-resistant skin.

Only slightly, though. She slips her hand under his sleep shirt and smoothes her palm over the raised, smooth edges of the scar beneath.

"Mmm, you don't usually sleep in," she mumbles. Ugh, morning breath. "Bored of boars? Nothing to catalogue in the library? No mail?"