"Bits and pieces, yes," Van Helsing replied, nodding and ignoring Carl. "Why, dear?"
"Jealous, Carl?" Van Helsing laughed. "Don't be; I'm sure Beatrice is outside."
"Nothing," Van Helsing sighed. "I wonder what Carl's doing in there anyway," he added more loudly, looking at the bathroom door. "Having fun?"
"His odds are good," Van Helsing agreed. "But he can get more brides... if he'd like... which I'm sure he would. Carl is envious," he added with a loud laugh.
"To find him and his castle and kill him," Van Helsing shrugged. "Carl's researching, but it can't be that hard, can it?"
"Oh, I see," Van Helsing grinned. "Well, when you put it that way..."
"Um... girls that deserve it? I'm guilty there," Van Helsing replied nonchalantly.
"I never thought I'd meet a girl that was happy about me hitting her," Van Helsing muttered. "That's a new one."
Van Helsing frowned. "That will be hard... but I think I can manage."
"Please do," Van Helsing agreed, sitting up slightly. "I'll do my best."
"Um... thank you?" Van Helsing laughed. "You know," he began more seriously, "what shall we do about Will anyway?"
"Hmm?" Van Helsing asked. "What for?"
"Well, I do enjoy your responses," Van Helsing replied smoothly. "Yet I seem to have you at a loss for words at the moment. I must say I'm proud of myself."
"I'm just amused by you," Van Helsing explained, catching her eye again. "I sincerely hope that isn't a crime or something that will make you stop talking to me."
Van Helsing started to chuckle to himself, her lack of response making him grin.
"You're welcome," Van Helsing smiled, giving her a little wink. "Any time..."
"It's all for you, dear," Van Helsing sighed, laughing lightly. "Otherwise I'd have left with my little friar a while ago."
"Ah, I see," Van Helsing replied, nodding his head slowly. "There's still trouble in paradise over there, huh? I think the best idea is to let them be, I guess... at least, that's what I'm going to assume now. You seem to be much better at speaking to them than I am."
"I know, my suggestions make me seem brilliant," Van Helsing chuckled to himself. "So... what brings you to my bedroom, my dear?"
Van Helsing's smiled widened. "I see," he muttered. "Well, maybe I'm just crazily ignorant and need your forgiveness, but that looks uncomfortable up there. Carl will be going through his beauty routine for the next hour, so you can lay down if you'd like."
