[Alucard starts out with a thin, small frown on his face. As Hector talks, explains what it is that happened, the frown deepens. Takes over his face, and by the end, it looks like his entire face has soured.]

That was a clever use of forged creatures.

[He murmurs it, alarmed and unhappy but capable of knowing that Hector's choices were incredibly smart.]

But no. I'd rather you sleep and have to be awakened if something happens. Now is not the time to contemplate a sleepless night.