Jon: Hellsing’s pet vampire.

Seras: “Employee” vampire, please. I’m under voluntary contract only.

Jon: Uh, right…You made Stephen drop me! While we were hundreds of stories from the ground!

Seras: Oh, good, you remember! I really am sorry about that. I did catch you, though. Frankly…

…you were in much more danger from the ongoing blood loss than anything I’ve done.

Jon: Hey. It’s not the same.
[CLENCH]

Stephen didn’t do anything without my consent. And I knew the risks going in. There’s no comparison.

Seras is one of the world’s most famous people rarely seen. She’s made a couple of public appearances, enough so that there won’t be rampant speculation about what she looks like, but beyond that she maintains an air of mystique. For the most part, the general population thinks of her as a kind of icon, rather than an actual person.

Jon: “She”? What, the nurse?

Stephen: Geez, Jon, they said you might be out of it, but I didn’t know it was this bad! You really don’t recognize her?

Jon: …oh my god you’re Seras Victoria.

Stephen: He’s usually very clever for a liberal, I swear.

Seras: I won’t hold it against him.

Jon: Stephen1

Stephen: Jon? Jon!

I’m so glad you’re not a pancake! No matter what your older brothers tell you, asphalt is not secretly good for exfoliation.

Jon (thinking): Stephen, your fangs are showing!

Stephen: It’s okay, Jon. They know. And she’s promised not to hurt me if I keep them to myself.