It's a little late for that advice.

[The fact he commonly prays before and during being intimate with people conveys that rather well without getting into specifics.

He closes his teeth over a little, guttural sound at the stroke, grip on Alucard tightening briefly before easing off. There's a haze enveloping his mind, but Alucard's words penetrate it with ease. It's not exactly the answer he was expecting- it's better.]

I wanted to hear it, all the same. I'm sure you like it when I say it to you- that you have me.

[But they don't have each other entirely, yet, he feels. Not with those seals in the way, demanding Alucard's devotion, overwriting Alucard's own wants with those of the Hellsing bloodline, of men long dead, and eventually of the government- if they don't manage to do something about it.

He kisses Alucard idly, languidly and sets into a steady stroke before he speaks again.]

Rid yourself of those seals, Alucard; free yourself, and we can have a proper battle. And you can have me properly.

[Quite a way to spend ones first day of freedom, should Alucard ever manage to acquire it.]