“I don’t like it when you look at me like that,” said Alucard. “Like what?” “Like one of your projects. Like something you’d like to take apart.” “I’d put you back when I was done. I do hope it’s your eyes,” she added with a smirk. “They are much easier to study. And such a lovely shade of blue.” “You cannot have my eyes.” “No bother,” she said with a shrug. “I’ll take them when you’re dead.”
