Alucard: So, how about it? May I escort you to the coming ball?
[bow]

Integra: Perhaps you may, after all…provided, of course, that you…

…don’t shapechange, don’t glare at anyone, don’t stare at people’s necks, don’t make any cryptic remarks, especially about the moon or blood or drinking or thirst or night or death, don’t pull a gun on anyone, don’t get into any prolonged conversations, don’t offer to dance with anybody, don’t…
Alucard: You have only to order it, Master. You know that. *tch* Humans…