[ But the tilt of his head, the arrangement of his hands... if not mocking, then-- play along, play along. Grout gives the joke a weak smile, then turns his attention to the oxen instead, making sure they're not veering off the way. Sturdy beasts. Unambitious creatures with the blessing of stupidity, they'd be unable to find a back even if they wanted to stab it. ]

I do, of course.

[ The concept of vampires not being able to cross running water is just base superstition, and he's never had any truck with it. ]

Ideally, neither of us will have to sizzle to a final death in river water. This wagon is made of wood; assuming a slow current, it might be possible to float it.