If nothing else, it means my concern is valid. [Alucard smiles faintly, and the cup goes down on the saucer without a noise. He knows that the paranoia is understandable, just as he knows that the information he needs is invaluable for himself and for Viktor.

The dhampir can't imagine what kind of blood nonsense the mages of the Continent get into. He'd be furious if he ever learned, because truly, what the fuck. Thank goodness for happy ignorance.]

A laugh, or in my case, finally something that doesn't involve patricide in my future. [It is very much a bleak joke. It also isn't wrong, unless something truly ridiculous happens with Dracula's soul. Which...okay, apparently and according to Sypha people are willing to fuck around with, but that's not something to dwell on here. Alucard straightens up, and places several coins down besides his cup.] Onward, then.