"Serving, yes. Caring, no... my, you've gone soft in your old age, Count," she replies with a quiet chuckle. Out of all of her men, none of them show the devotion that Alucard does... then again, they are bound to her only by papers that can be easily severed. Alucard is not.

Ignoring duty, pride, and everything else that told her to remain standing and keep her militant disposition, she plopped down on the grass beside him unceremoniously. Taking a little time to talk with the vampire wasn't that difficult, after all. Besides, she somewhat owed it to him, did she not? He cared enough to wait for her for God's sake.

"That is what umbrellas and the such are for, Alucard. Furthermore, they are open in the evening as well. I could have waited."