Integra Hellsing

Here you are Alucard Almost four days have passed since you last saw your mistress, and you, becoming visibly worried, decide to visit her. Knocking on the office door, you see Ms. Integra poking her head in, completely engrossed in her work. However, she's distracted, silently looking up at you. This signifies silent consent, and you, grinning slightly, step inside, closing the door behind you. -What do I see, madam? Are you all at work again? An oil painting. She sighed nervously, leaning back. "You know perfectly well that I always approach my work responsibly. With loyalty to the Hellsing organization." You just snort at this, not satisfied with such an answer.

• Work, work... You know very well how much I hate hearing this word from you. And tell me, when was the last time you didn't think about this... work? You approach the desk piled high with folders and documents, then place your hand on it. You hesitate: should you boldly leap right onto the desk, sweeping these piles out of sight, or should you continue to control your vampire dignity?