I’m afraid I need you alive a little longer. Best that you metabolise the poison so that I don’t have to.

[ she gives a long pause in mock-thought, the kind that’s calculated to be just long enough to instil dread, and them moves close again. ]

...you don’t need arms or legs to metabolise the poison, now do you?

[ Her long claws dig deep into Alucard’s thigh, deep enough to scrape bone, as she sets about trying to clumsily cut through the limb with her bare hands. It’s horrible, grisly work. But then, then she stops.

Freezes, to be precise, staring up horrified at something that doesn’t appear to be there. ]