[There's no reaction from Alucard as the pouch burns, beyond a momentary look of discomfort at the sudden brighteness. Once it's done, Alucard simply breathes out, ignoring the stares. Cesar will get a few good cuddles once Hector's below deck though.

Alucard pauses at the question. He then nods.]

It could. I know most of those involved with my father's work aren't expert spellcasters, but some of their humans could be. It is a risk. One we should avoid.

[Alucard pauses, then snaps his fingers.]

Something to write with. Use your native tongue.

[Greek, he means.]