[The wood that comes out is, indeed, nasty. Beyond covered in Trevor's blood, it is much larger than Alucard anticipated, and he can't help but scowl as he puts it down into the sink. It'll be flushed away, but for now it's a grizzly little trophy.]
How cleanly did that wood break, Trevor?
[He's worried. And he's in the wound, fishing for more splinters.]
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How cleanly did that wood break, Trevor?
[He's worried. And he's in the wound, fishing for more splinters.]