"I can still smell your blood," Alucard looked up to her, at the drying smudge of blood half wiped away. 100% virgin Hellsing blood. Female. Such a thing was delicious torment, and perhaps odd to point out in polite conversation if it were anyone other than members and the head of the Hellsing organization.

He vaguely wondered, in a droll fashion, whether or not they would share custody of him. Odd days were Integra, even were Abraham. The amused thought curled up one corner of his mouth in a faint smile as those burning red eyes glowed deeper in the dim light of the manor's interior.