A foolish outlook - after all, even the most dimwitted enemy can manage to surprise you. And while crushing underfoot has its place, if you do it all the time, you will eventually create an enemy greater than you can ever hope to defeat.

A surprise, that he lived so long, yet paid no attention to how history repeated itself, over and over.

[He shrugs, quietly.]

A natural Sadist, indeed. But - you needn't talk of him in the present tense, Holmes. He is gone - we have made sure of it, on this night.

From now on, Dracula will only be spoken of in past tense - and I dare well say the world is better off for it.

...Though, I suppose I'm a bit insulted he thought me the same type of sadist. I may have driven and been the cause of many a man's death, but I've never taken the kind of pleasure from it that he clearly did.

[There's another pause, as he watches the fire.]

...If you wish, however, we needn't travel together. I could give you money, and then we'd part ways.

[Something...internally coiled in him at that, but it had to be said.

He didn't want to keep the man under his thumb - oh, to spy on and torment him, yes, but not beholden to him, or keep him like a servant.

After this, it was the last thing he wanted.]