You mean it makes it less of Dracula's Demon Castle.

[Trevor had called it as such before, or something close to the phrase. Alucard didn't remember the specifics, only that it had been so very accurate. It was an obsidian thing that dwarved all those who approached, even after they had all died. Alucard had heard plenty of spooky tavern tales about the place, and he had smiled thinly at the theories of what manner of spirits lived there. None were accurate.

He continues to stand back as Sypha finished the work. It takes no time at all, and Alucard's not sure if there is anything else he even intended to get done today. It doesn't feel as such, not anymore. So with Sypha's smile, he approaches.]

That much has, although I'm at a loss as to what to do next. [His eyes remain on Sypha, rather than darting to the castle or to the woods.] I feel as if housework is out of the question, and there's significantly less books in the castle to help beat back boredom.

[But he can at least make one suggestion.] Let's at least use the steps to sit on, since it's still nice out.