[Dracula lands in a faint swirl of wind and his eyes flash brief silver.] Not yet. But...

[He straightens and closes his eyes, engaging his other senses. There was something...not quite audible...tickling at the edge of his conscious awareness.]

There's something--

[He opens his eyes and shakes his head, vaguely frustrated.]

It is as if whatever it is is so weak or blocked by something that even my senses cannot quite make out what is going on. But in any case I agree with you. Something is here.