No. No, I want to think about it. I just- shit, babies.

[ He doesn't know how he feels. Alucard's right that he'll need time to think. But he knows that he doesn't want it to be off the table forever. He takes a few more flowers, going through them one by one and putting them to one side as he does. ]

Is- is it even possible? For you, I mean. I don't know how this shit works.