[Trevor can't help the light chuckle. He's relaxing a little with the drink, his arm around Alucard at once heavier and somehow more casual.]

God, that does sound like torture. I ought to be glad the other Noble houses never wanted anything to do with us. It was weird enough having caretakers now and again.

[They never seemed to last long -- either they became untrustworthy, or they left of their own volition. Some things in the Belmont household couldn't be easily unseen.]