“Are you daft or just being a bloody git?” Integra asked with a crossed “We are not amused” expression written on her tanned features. “One relationship doesn’t equal the other as you should know. What makes you worthy of being under my service? My only basis was you being another Count.”
She turned to the fire, purposefully averting her eyes of him. She did not want to admit this and hated to be faced with her own conflicting feelings about her late vampire servant. “We have inescapable basis for this partnership, I look for a servant while you search for a woman to court. However our true possible romantic liaison cannot be built on this alone.”
She looked at him, over the shoulder, almost defiant. “Unless you would rather forever live in Alucard’s shadow just as you are making me bear the expectations of your deceased love. Would you like this? To judge you without never truly know you?”