[a wounded Integra searches the dungeon for the man Arthur told her could help]
Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing: Where... where is he?
[she sees a black-clad man chained to the wall, slumped over]
Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing: Oh, God damn it, Dad, he's dead! "Oh, Integra, you can't have a puppy, that's too much responsibility!"
[Richard and his henchmen catch up with her]
Richard Traitoro Hellsing: Forgetting to feed one's gimp is a common mistake. Arthur WAS quite forgetful. Just like how he forgot I existed, and soon, the world will forget all about you -
[a slurping sound is heard from the shadows]
Richard Traitoro Hellsing: What the fuck is that?
[the chained man is licking up Integra's blood from the floor, moaning in pleasure]
Richard Traitoro Hellsing: Ahh, um... excuse me?
Alucard: Hold on. Lemme get some sip.
Henchman: He said excuse -
[the chained man suddenly rips off the top half of the henchman's head and pours the blood directly into his mouth]
Alucard: I SAID LEMME GET SOME SIIIIUUUUP!