Oh, I imagine that these past few seconds are the only time that this bed will ever be made.

[He lets go of Trevor's hand, relieved in his own way. What feels right next, it'd...well, it'd give it all away if Alucard just floated right up next to the Belmont. Trevor lying down in bed (and oh, that....that's an element of this), is easier in some ways.]

Do you want my company while you do so?