[Hector pauses before responding, just a little longer than needed. The old Hector, the Hector at the castle, never jumped to answer to anyone but Lord Dracula. He pulls that old persona around him like a cloak against the cold.]
Nothing about you. She still thinks you dead.
[The drawn sword and the hostile tone are nothing. That Isaac thinks that Hector would be so petty as to run to tell Isaac's secret? That offends him. It's a confirmation that he is best off keeping his distance.]
Where were you? Off at your castle?
[That was the right direction, and the right level of melodrama....]
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Nothing about you. She still thinks you dead.
[The drawn sword and the hostile tone are nothing. That Isaac thinks that Hector would be so petty as to run to tell Isaac's secret? That offends him. It's a confirmation that he is best off keeping his distance.]
Where were you? Off at your castle?
[That was the right direction, and the right level of melodrama....]