Centuries of practice allowed Alucard to conceal the sharp stab he felt at Integra's words. He loved her. They were not wed, but that did nothing to change his feelings. Though he had never said the words, he hoped that she understood the gestures. Perhaps she knew, when she had her memories. Perhaps she did not. The uncertainty was better than knowing for a fact that she felt nothing for him.
"Yes," he told her, "that is fortunate." He dipped his head in an abbreviated bow. "If you will excuse me, I will see to getting some clothes, and your answers."