[And he can smell it as thick as the overwhelming perfume of her cigars.]

Quite, they may call me a desk-jockey now, but I didn't take reign of Iscariot without a personal defense of my own!

[While he's just wreaking of sulfur.]

Your concern for me has been flattering, Sir Hellsing, I'm obliged to come and chit-chat our plight over a nice cup of tea.