Alucard pursed his mouth at Walter, barely containing the childish glee in his expression at the glower he received, "She doesn't bite, Angel of Death." Tone chiding mildly, words almost a sing-song in that high, child's voice, "No need to excuse yourself." Already starting to take liberties with this Hellsing, moving to stand by Walter in a physical crowding of his space and barring of his route of retreat.

He rocked up onto his tip-toes, eyes glowing red and amused over Walter's shoulder as he stared at Seras.