Enrico: Honey, I’m home!
Children: Mommy, did you make cookies?
Integra: Could be…
Children: Can we have some?
Integra: How was work, dear?
Integra: Now, kids, what do you say?
Children, Mommy, may we pleeeeeeease have some cookies?
Integra: Certainly. They’re chocolate chip and… ?!
Integra (thinking): Blood?!?
Child: Did you make these with your own blood, mommy?
Integra: Oh, God…
Alucard? Are you all right, honey? You look pale.
Integra: I’m dreaming… I’m dreaming… Alucard!
Alucard: You sure have weird dreams.
Integra: Brilliant observation, Holmes.