"I can hear you better like this. Feel the blood in your veins. That precious Hellsing strength." He hid his face against her shoulder and smiled. "So warm, and that heart, so stubborn, beating still. Though you could do without the cigarettes and cigars, my Master. I can hear it. The way that they change your body, bit by bit. If you wish to push yourself, conquer this habit at least. You are not your father. You do not need his vices."