Sounds about right really. Alucard hiding away in some dark corner like a crypt whereas the Belmont was always drawing the guard's attention, and he'd not even been here that long yet. Maybe he just had one of those faces people liked to punch? He could draw in a slap or hit like a moth to the flame apparently.

Trevor hadn't a clue, the mental and emotional distress Alucard had gone through. As far as he could recall, he'd been fighting side by side with the blonde only moments before arriving here. Ah... Maybe that's why the air is so cold. "You're not still all weepy, are you?" Wincing his face up as his mouth betrayed his mind, spilling out the insensitive words once more without regard or consideration. Banging his head against the bars a few times, the sound rattling through the walls before he fell silent himself.

"So, same dicks differnt castle is it? Wonderful..."