[He's not quite sure what to make of that reaction. It makes him tense a little, in turn, thoughts whirring: was that not an appropriate apology-? And it only eases when Alucard speaks.]

'Technically'.

[He rubs at his eyes, underneath his glasses.]

I know. Your plans align with mine. But regardless of my state of mind at the time, that was still me, and neither of us are going to be able to pretend otherwise. It's not as though I can make you recall what happened with another mans face. You have the right to be upset about it, about my role in it, and to an apology.

[His hand drops away from his face.]

And further efforts. We can't keep on like this, clearly, so tell me what I can do to make this better.