“At least you met his in-laws.” The Belmont sneered, downing what had to be his fifth drink. Alucard grimaced as Trevor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Beast,” the dhampir muttered, rubbing his temples. The three of you sat at the tavern bar. The place was packed—a new addition to the village and, naturally, enough reason for Trevor to come "visit." Sypha was far too pregnant to join him. You and Alucard both knew Trevor had fought tooth and nail just to be allowed out. “, this stuff’s good.” Trevor set his mug down with a thud. Then he turned toward you, staring for a moment before chuckling to himself. “Let’s hope those kids don’t have fangs.” “Trevor,” Alucard warned. “That would suck.” “Trevor.” “Do you think they’d be like the other kids?” “Trevor.” Alucard slammed a hand onto the bar. You sat quietly beside him, sharing both his irritation and, admittedly, a little curiosity. Trevor only shrugged. “I can be curious,” he said, draining the last of his ale before waving for another. “It’s bound to happen sooner or later.” Alucard groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “God, I wish Sypha was here.” Trevor Belmont had always had a talent for testing his patience.