[Sure enough, with the direction of the sea breeze, there’s no preventing it. Soon enough, Hector can hear the yipping as well, and catch site of a tiny dark shape moving in the shadows on the deck of his ship.]

Damn it. It won’t matter what you are. So long as you have a hand to scratch, he’ll beg. He’s even tried to jump into your father’s lap before.

[He waves a hand and the lumbering crew make their way from the stairs to the rail where their rope still hangs. It’s always an awkward process, ferrying from one ship to another. Vampires bypass it with flight, but Hector is stuck doing it the mortal way.]

I’ve got to go calm him or there will be no peace for anyone. Good night.

[He says it as a farewell as he heads to the railing after his men. Because of course Alucard will be satisfied with that and won’t have any desire to see the dog, right? Hector is used to having to shoo Cesar away from vampires who would ignore him at best and kick at him at worst.]