[The ghost of a smile that flits over Alucard’s face is a hint of what the man might be like when his life isn’t imperiled. Hector’s curious. It’s a secret to work on unveiling while all his other studies are on hold.]

I’ll not let Saint Germain keep me longer than he must and I’ll hasten back to your side before you pine away in my absence.

[The common languages between then seem to be ‘sarcasm’ and ‘dog’, and Hector can live with that.

Cesar abandons Hector for Alucard’s jerky, the little traitor. He’ll take treats and shows of affection from where’re they come. Alucard’s lab puts him in closer proximity to food and to noses to lick, which are his main goals in life.]

That is what the rum was supposed to be for.

[He sighs. Can’t fault a man for using his shapeshifting abilities to his advantage. If Hector could be a wolf, he damn well would.]

Just keep off of my pillow when you’re furry.