The side of his mouth quirked, and there was the distinct look of approval at that. Whatever his motives, that was obviously exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Then, we are in agreement."

His eyes fall to her blade, then. Considering.

"So, is this the last line of defense that Sir Integra Hellsing relies on in the war against the vile monsters, if there is no aid to be found from her loyal pet?"