[Alucard understands that Cesar's issues can be hidden with careful bandaging, and that the little pug's endurance is going to be a problem. They can carry him in one of the packs, and he'll probably enjoy it a little too much. Antonius draws the dhampir's attenton, and he looks the hound over carefully.]

I'll defer to your judgement on all these matters.

[And that's all he'll say on that. A yawn escapes, and Alucard knows better than to fight exhasution.]

Thank you. I'll see you in the morning.

[Alucard retreats into the bedroom. Perhaps it isn't surprising that the son of Dracula's sleeping form doesn't move at all. He's more statue than man. Easy to mistake for a corpse. But he does get himself well tangled and settled in what blankets are in the bed first, and his hair seems to trail after him.]