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He laughed through a grimace of annoyance. His mouth was close enough to her neck that its resonance sent a little shiver through her. "You torment me every day with the smell of your blood, Miss Hellsing. What do you want? Do you want me to beg for it?"
She smirked. "You aren't even worthy to kiss my feet."
He laughed--it sounded more like a dry little cough. "Then I'll start there."
He flashed out of her vision, as he was wont to do, and appeared again, his head bowed to her feet.
She pointed her pistol down at the crown of his head, the closest point to her reach. The hair on his scalp twisted and writhed at the touch of the silver plating on the barrel. "Better prove yourself worthy on the way up, Nosferatu."
The barest hint of a chuckle echoed in her head. Finally, you're playing the game as I expected.
She smirked. "You aren't even worthy to kiss my feet."
He laughed--it sounded more like a dry little cough. "Then I'll start there."
He flashed out of her vision, as he was wont to do, and appeared again, his head bowed to her feet.
She pointed her pistol down at the crown of his head, the closest point to her reach. The hair on his scalp twisted and writhed at the touch of the silver plating on the barrel. "Better prove yourself worthy on the way up, Nosferatu."
The barest hint of a chuckle echoed in her head. Finally, you're playing the game as I expected.