[Anderson barks a laugh (moderately less bark-y than Alucard's actual bark). They're both truly awful men.]

I've noticed anything that washes out to sea eventually ends up back on the beach. No body retrieval required.

[He rakes his fingers down Alucard's spine, since he seems to enjoy it.]

Of course, we could always tie them into a sack full of bricks before throwing them in.

[Enjoy that awful reference to the murder of anabaptists.]