What in the world was Integra doing? Of course she was speaking to someone, not simply a door. She knew perfectly well that Alucard kept his coffin in ...
No. She didn't. Dismay fell over him as Alucard listened to her continue her monologue. Amnesia? Surely not, but his Master was not one for such jokes. He cast about the room for something to use. With a frown, he jerked one of the drapes from its curtain rod. Had he been in Integra's room, he could have at least had the dignity of a towel instead.
... and there it was, mortal shame. He had not only the body, but the feelings as well. Alucard grit his teeth in frustration.
"You are not alone," he called through the door. "If you will permit me a moment, Integra, I will answer all of your questions as I may.