[Hector has to juggle his food so he has a hand to pick up Cesar, but he does it, because he's Cesar's actual master. He flips the dog over in the crook of his elbow and gives his belly scratches the way he likes. Cesar doesn't need any reminders of who loves him best in all the world, but one can never be too safe.]

Yes, he's a good little first mate. The best you'll find on land or sea.

[Seems someone's in less black of a mood, at least. He lets Cesar back down before the pug can start sniffing at his breakfast.]

A little stiff, but I'll loosen up as I work.

[He frowns at Alucard.]

I already know you're an asshole. No need to pretend at being polite with one another now.

[He pulls out his compass and checks their bearings. On track, for what its worth.]