(hei doesn't claim to be the smartest assassin on the block, but this just proves it. he's one second shy of sighing in frustration, but manages to tamp it down and offer his irresistible support to alucard — the commands be damned.)

Do what you like, then. (absolving him of everything, shoulders sinking out of their defensive hitch.) Injuries don't concern me, I'm just not interested in what you may want.

(he speaks like they've bumped into one another on the street, paying no attention to the body he's just gotten through beating into a fine pulp. like it isn't in need of serious medical attention. alucard presents a bigger problem for him, even if a swift and earned death at the hands of a stranger sounds like a momentary heaven on earth; he recognizes him and that's no good. if blondie snitches and he winds up in some prison cell, or on some metal examination table, he'll be royally pissed off.

so hei watches him carefully, hums a short note at the previous comment that gives him a hint at what their next conversation should be. "like drawn to like", as if he knows a damn thing alucard doesn't.)

I don't recognize you from the bus. Can't say I was paying much attention, though.