[It felt entirely too domestic for one as revered as Hellsing, yet the Archbishop took his seat across from her without qualm. This wasn't a lovely outing amongst war relics and elaborate paintings, yet without both their unruly subordinates to disturb them, it would make due.]
Grazie... mille.
[The stiff man did what he could to remain a regal presence, and took his cup with pinky raised.]
Aha, cheers then.
[A small but gracious smile etched him. Such a healing effect that scent had on him, it was likened to the way just enough incense tickled his fancy and reminded him of the pristine walls he once hailed from.]
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Date: 2009-12-13 10:46 am (UTC)Grazie... mille.
[The stiff man did what he could to remain a regal presence, and took his cup with pinky raised.]
Aha, cheers then.
[A small but gracious smile etched him. Such a healing effect that scent had on him, it was likened to the way just enough incense tickled his fancy and reminded him of the pristine walls he once hailed from.]