If Integral Hellsing had received the education of an average American girl instead of her aristocratic British upbringing, she would have rolled her eyes at the juvenile exchanges between Cronqvist and Spike. She made no comment about the Castle’s affinities. This whole place was odd enough to even think the concept as impossible.
She took the lead, next to Cronqvist, but to a formal distance from him.
“I don’t suppose Doctor Frankenstein and his Creature are expecting us for tea when we arrive?” she inquired, half mocking and half serious, to spare the group the much fearsome awkward silence with some degree of dry humour. “The conversation about the blood fountain has spoiled our appetitive.”