[Hector's eyes narrow. He knows Alucard killed his creatures back in Wallachia, but the reminder goes over like a lead balloon.]

I'm not in the business of raising armies anymore.

[By choice and by necessity. And so long as he, his pets, and his bard are left alone, it'll stay that way.

He folds his arms over his chest.] I didn't want to see your face, but you still needed a place to stay. I didn't know you'd be off to lurk in the fucking graveyard.