Good evening, Ms Hellsing.
Good evening, Doctor.
Call me 'Karl', Integra.
Call me 'Sir Integra', and I'll call you anything you damn well like.
'Sir' is a title reserved for men who have been knighted. If you have been knighted, you'd be called 'Dame'.
And I haven't?
No.
Well…you learn something every day…Doctor.
Indeed, Ms Hellsing.
(Silence)
You seem to have a fixation on masculine titles.
I do?
Why do you dress like a man?
You mean, why am I a transvestite?
Well…yes. And a rather unconvincing one at that.
I'm sorry?
The object of transvestism is usually either for sexual gratification, or to live as a member of the opposite gender. With your long hair and rather feminine features, you don't make a very convincing man.
I never tried to be.
So you wear men's clothes for sexual gratification?
Sexual gratification…you know, that honestly never occurred to me.
So that is not the case?
I'd have to say…no.
No?
No.
So why do you wear men's clothing?
Do I need a reason?
Yes.
I'd have to think about that.
Think about why you are a transvestite?
No. I need to think why I need your approval.
I didn't say I disapproved.
So why did you ask?
It is my job to ask questions.
Can you answer them?
Sometimes. If you ask the right ones.
Where is Walter? Is he all right?
Walter?
Walter C. Donez. My butler. My bodyguard.
I know of no one by that name, Ms Hellsing.
(Silence)
You bastard.