There is a faint grimace at the request to keep things a secret. Because that always goes so well. Scowl is hidden in a deep pull of the spiced wine, shaking his head when he's done. "Not I, no. I think it best for everyone that I don't. But as for you, you cannot hope to exist within it and evade them for as long as you're here. Never mind Hellsing, at that, the city and the cohort in it is altogether too small, no matter what you prefer.

"Your identity is hardly a precious thing, here. Best to meet on your own terms than by accident."