[Hector had, as planned, beaten Carmilla back to Dracula, and Carmilla had taken one step onto Dracula's flagship, assessed the situation, and chosen to carry her fight on privately, rather than publicly. She was not ready to stage her coup, so that meant, for now, Hector could not be touched so long as he was in Dracula's sight.

And so until she had gone off to chase Alucard, Hector had kept very close to Dracula. She's managed to corner him below deck once, but she'd been careful to keep her marks concealed. His back and chest are a patchwork of deep nail gouges and purpling bruises. It was a preview of the torture to come, once she held power.

Hector doesn't plan on sticking around long enough to see that come to pass.]

You're a stunning conversationalist. I can't imagine why they haven't been back for another round.

[One manacle pops open, then the other. Hector holds out a palm, a gesture for Adrian to stay still. He takes a flask from his belt and tosses it in Alucard's direction. He's careful not to move from his position blocking the window, in case anyone walks by. The gremlin tucks itself back into the folds of his clothing when the last lock is picked.]

You caused such trouble for the lady admiral, destroying her ship. She commandeered mine, and I've had to procure a new one. A less upstanding man than myself would be loath to forgive that.

[It's the kind of drivel the vampires love to spit out before they close in to break fingers or bite out jugulars. He trusts Alucard to pick up on his meaning. 'I have a ship.' He can't speak plainly here, and once they make their move, there will be little time, and even less room for error.]