She relaxed slightly, the only real sign that despite her stance on touch it could be nice. As long as he kept his fangs to himself, this was fine. Strange, but fine. "This again," she gave with a weary sigh. She'd heard all the arguments. Ironically, Seras had been making the same ones. Or similar ones at the very least. "It is not his vice, it is mine. I am not mimicking him." Still, if one were to ask when she'd started the habit she couldn't give an exact date. "I am aware of it's dangers, thank you." She added with some irony in her tone. "I will try." She gave because she had no plans for an early grave. Nothing but age would bring the last Hellsing down, if she had any say about it. And it wasn't like he wasn't right.If she conquered this, everything else would be easy.