She wondered how often her ancestor had heard those words until the Count stopped believing in them. Probably rather a lot. She had only the notes to guess at that, but no creature as proud as this would bow easily. When he'd come to accept them was a different question all together. "As you wish Count." She retrieved her sword and sheathed it. "Be difficult then, and know that your service has been ours for a long time. We Hellsings are willing to dirty our hands quite a bit for the good of our country."
She stepped back then, "I order you not to leave this house by any means. You will stay here." She motioned to her own room, "And you will stay out of that room. You have your coffin in your own chambers, and until you stop being difficult I see no reason in answering your questions. And there will be no one to come for you Count, as you have none of your servants here." She moved to the table and collected her notes and the book. "I also order you to leave this alone, you will neither try tampering with it or try destroying it."She'd still leave it out of his reach, just in case. "I am not Abraham, but nor will I allow you to run rampant in this place. It is far, far different then what you're used to."