[She nods. She's listening so very intently, a little like a student to a teacher, eager for guidance. She hasn't been this ignorant since she was a child, but thank god, he teaches well: not patronizing, but simply advising.

She supposes she isn't surprised Jonathan went to Alucard, but still the thought rankles. Is she not an adult? Is she not capable of making her own choices? Alucard had not forced this upon her, and she'd made that clear; why on earth would Jonathan need to go to him? But ah, ah, he's so much like the men of their time. Patronizing, thinking he knows everything and anything, even when he so clearly doesn't.]

I do hunger. But I also have an unlimited supply of artificial blood. I shan't say I've been ladylike in my appetites, but it hasn't been so overwhelming I've killed anyone.

[A beat, and she shakes her head sharply.]

I was stupid. I ought to have anticipated that kind of reaction. As it stands, it was to the point I expected Adrian to lash out at me, no matter he doesn't loathe himself nearly as much.

[. . .]

Will you answer something honestly for me? Truly honestly, and I promise I shan't tell anyone else.