You can't convince him to play it anymore, either. We know him too well to be suitably thunderstruck by its impressive roar.

[It takes a rare and special sort of person to make fun of Actual Dracula and his over-the-top theatrical habits. If Vlad is eavesdropping on them, and there's probably at least a thirty percent chance that he is by now, he's probably huffing about it.]

...I expect he'll come to find me, too. So you ought to have a little time to yourself.

[Before the interrogation that is, inevitably, coming.]