[Trevor Belmont, and those damned blue eyes. Hector's life would be a lot less confusing without those eyes looking at him and through him.]

Belmont...Trevor...why do you think I give you my blood? Because I don't want you to change. Because I trust that you won't hurt me. Because I...like you.

[Which he wouldn't have had to say out loud if Belmont would just drink from him and feel it. Idiot.]