[Hector is reeled in like a fish. He’s grateful for the assistance; ordering his crew to perform complex tasks when he’s otherwise engaged and out of mutual line of sight is tricky, so this is much faster.

He shoos away Alucard’s proffered hand, still dripping wet.]

Off with you. I can see your fingers sizzling.

[He doesn’t know what to do with the genuine thanks Alucard offers. There is precious little sincerity in Dracula’s court, so Hector isn’t prepared for it.

He climbs out of the boat and sags against the railing. At a silent order, the skeleton crew reels in the bishop...well, the three-quarters that are left of him. Still, in spite of the damage the water has done to him, he could prove useful again. Waste not, want not.]

You said it’d be my fault if you were discovered. I’m just making amends.

[That’s not really it, but that’s the easiest excuse at hand.]