[He's sprawled in Walter's bed, sheets mussed, a book barely dangling from his fingertips, inches away from the floor, pages fanning out around his pale, childish hand. The NV is on the floor, skewed to an angle, capturing both the book and the vampire on the bed in the tangle of sheets, who appears to not realize the device turned on when it hit the floor.]

The disgusting taste of that human food lingers. The desire to consume it was not my own, I'm sure of that. Tch. Even a fledgling knows not to eat human food.

It even overpowers the delicious memory of maiden Hellsing blood and the virile bouquet of my partner's lingering taste.

[He looks directly at the camera and smiles a sharkish smile. Nope. He knew it was on.]

Oops.

[ A shadow tendril clicks it off.]