That's strange. Every time I've encountered this particular working, there's been a caster at the center of it. Sometimes night creatures, sometimes witches, occasionally vampires. [He tilts his head, considering the other options.] Did a nature spirit move in?

[Alucard keeps his gaze on the bushes, but he won't dare force her out if she isn't comfortable with the idea. There's an offer though, simple enough:] This log is long enough for two.

[No matter.]

Is it? I come here every century to take a few things for spells. This is only your first full century though, yes?