[Yes, who could ever imagine liking someone with those blue eyes and big muscled frame, and the hair that the vampire condition somehow makes look artfully tousled rather than shaggy? A goddamn mystery, that.]

I guess that's fair.

[He'll just make fun of Alucard in his head, that's fine.]

So, what, you want me to keep stroking your ego? 'Oh Trevor, you're so dashing when you lurk in trees'. 'What a fine, non-sexual whip you have.'