Pip sat in a chair and sipped at a mug of warm liquid.

"I am terribly sorry sir. That so rarely happens, I forget that the scythe can reap souls some times. Just drink the hot chocolate and I promise you'll feel better."

Pip's eye was still twitching. Death pushed the mug to Pip's lips. "Drink the hot chocolate sir, I promise you'll feel better. This one's on the house, for you and your girlfriend."

"I wouldn't say that I'm his girlfriend," Seras said. "It's more of a… help me out here, Captain."

"Sorry cherie, can't help you on this one. I'm still drowning the unpleasant memories in surprisingly good hot chocolate."

Death made a noise that was somewhere between a cough and a duck throwing up.

Seras twisted around in the barber's chair. "Are you alright?"

"Of course. I was merely describing your relationship as best I could."

"What on earth did you say?" Seras asked.

"A word in another language. Millennia dead now. I took the last speaker myself. Loosely translated, it means 'A love that, though unspoken and unpromised, will always remain faithful.'" Death shook his head. "English is such a clumsy language." He turned hi head towards Pip. "As in French."

Pip shrugged and continued to sip at his mug. "Good hot chocolate," he said.

Death floated around Seras, inspecting her hair. He clicked his tongue, an impressive feat considering his apparent lack of one. He glanced down at his scythe. "I'll need Rosalin," he said, floating out of the room. He returned with an enormous double-bladed scythe. He began to spin it above his head and threw himself into Seras' hair with gusto.

"Who's that?" Seras asked, pointing to a black and white photo of a young man dressed in what appeared to be a waiter's outfit. Next to him stood a feminine figure in a white coat and a fuzzy hat.

Death stopped cutting Seras' hair and looked up at the photo. "Oh, I thought I had taken them all down. That is a picture of the Master and Walter from the 1940's. The Master was in a, shall we say, experimental stage."

Seras stared, wide eyed. "That's Master Alucard?"

Death nodded. "Yes. One of my greatest successes or one of my greatest failures. I'm still not sure which."

Pip stopped sipping at his hot chocolate. "That's Alucard?"

Death nodded.

Pip stood up and walked into the back room. "I need more hot chocolate."

Seras and Death watched Pip walk into the back room. Death made a series of clicks.

Seras raised an eyebrow. Death shrugged. "It means 'The feeling one gets when questioning one's own sexuality.'"

Seras nodded. "Ahhh. I know that feeling."

"Oh really?" Death asked as he started to cut her hair again.

"Oh yes. When I first met Sir Integra." Her face screwed up in thought. "I wonder if he'll come to the same conclusion I did?"