[Hector pulls out the chair that stows beneath his writing desk and straddles it.]

Your pride isn't worth both of us and my dog dead.

[One of these lives is greatly prioritized over the other two.]

When you're done with this, we will be attending you.

[A mastermind, he is not, but a stubborn bastard? Hector has that one down handily.]

The decoy's not an ideal plan, but it could work in a pinch.

The Belmonts...we thought their forces were all defeated and their remnants scatters to the corners of the world, but... it's another rumor. There was a convoy of vampires headed west, preying along one of the main trade routes. Only one ship of the lot of them made it back to port, and the crew said they saw the vessel that took the others down, and it was flying Belmont colors.

So that either means the Belmonts have returned, or that the crew of that ship had a grudge with the others and took the opportunity to founder their rivals, and sailed back to lay the blame at the feet of a bogeyman.

[Gossiping talking about the supposed Belmont revival is at least distracting Hector from Alucard's doctoring, even if it is all idle chatter.]