[Not telling him about it is implied and Alucard is an asshole, congratulations. An asshole who is now simply sitting on his lap, something Trevor has not adequately prepared himself for.]

Maybe I'm dying, Alucard. You've caught me in my last desperate attempts to tolerate you before my heart gives out entirely.

["Tolerate you," he says, drumming his fingers against the sharp angle of his hip. Tolerating.]