"Are they? You're new in my city, you come to meet me for the first time, and what do you try? You should be grateful enough to suck cock that we don't stake you out for the dawn," he says shaking his head and motioning to the bartender that he can put aside his weapons. For now.

Réjean clucks his tongue before continuing, "A little subtlety would be wise. A hint of intelligence beyond that of a stone-drunk mongrel bitch would be spectacular. You're sitting here, so you couldn't have tried that little trick on anyone in Hellsing." It's obvious that he's more surprised than actually offended. If she's this casual with her disciplines, how on Earth did she survive in any court? "Jesus wept. Tell me you haven't started feeding at random among the citizens?"