I'm so sick of necromancer armies. [The things he has to say in life. Alucard shakes his head at the sequence of words that leave his lips. The night world and night work mean that it always includes these strange strings of words.] I'm going to just pretend I've heard none of this portion of our conversation.

[Even if Harrowhawk is down for the count and overstimulated, Alucard's sure that one day it'll change. Maybe a museum or library would see her in a better space. He knows that the life of a curator isn't for him, the gift of the Belmont hold and all. Even if he is well suited to the work.]

Thorne's welcome didn't exactly help either. [Depression, murder, and then two and a half months of that shit. Absolutely terrible and another zero out of ten.] But running you through with a weapon for the offense of cheese is hardly worth the effort. You'd probably dodge anyway.

[He has no reason to doubt she'd just stand there. Not with the sword Gideon carries.]

Mmm. Easier said than done. I've found it easier here. Or in the desert.