So I am to ferry you from island to island, then wait behind because my mere existence is so odious as to offend the Belmonts.

[Hector is used to a necromancer’s welcome (or more accurately, the decided lack thereof) where he goes, so he’s not sure why this instance irks him so. Maybe he thought it could be different with Alucard.

Maybe he is overtired and ill-fed.

He pushes himself up.]

Plot your course to the Speaker’s isle and make yourself ready to sail. I’m going below to eat before I transfer the crew to your control.