[Alucard's angry - but it's an anger suffused with violation and agitation, and Anderson can hear it clear in his voice, see it clear on his face. His hand drifts up, sliding over his sternum and under his chin, tilting it up. His other hand eases Alcuard's fingers away from the scar. Trying to tear it off isn't going to do any good. He doesn't need to see Alucard heal to know that.]

Then we'll just have to replace it with a scar you do want, or find some means of getting rid of it altogether.

[In response to Alucard's agitation, his voice loses that angry, proprietorial edge, because indulging his anger isn't helping.]

But the seals and this scar- they aren't the same, Alucard. They aren't aren't remotely in the same category as the seals. [He draws Alucard's fingers up, guiding them to touch the rough, jagged scar on his cheek.] It's just a standard scar, like anyone elses. And I'm already concocting ways to get rid of it.