"What was the last time you bothered to wash your hair?" Alucard muttered, gingerly poking at the tangled mats on the back of Trevor's head.

Trevor batted his hand away. "I'm so sorry our daily routine of fighting demons and running for our lives doesn't give me enough time to keep my hair groomed to your exacting standards."

Alucard rolled his eyes and stopped his inspection. "The day you discover basic hygiene will be a cold day in hell indeed."