"It's not my blood!" Trevor protested, wiping away the filth that coated his tunic. "Why do you always fucking think it's my blood?"

Alucard strode over to him and swiped a hand along his side; Trevor winced at the unexpected pain from an injury he hadn't noticed.

"Because I can smell that it's your blood," Alucard said irritably.

"Well...fuck you," Trevor said very articulately, right before his legs gave out.