Silence continued until the humble Walter arrived into Integra's office, carrying the requested tea. He gave a brief smile to the both of them, he knew well that it were rare when she put aside her duty to speak with anyone, especially Alucard; who had terrible habits of teasing her.
"Good evening, Sir Integra, Alucard." He said, pouring the tea for the both of them.
"Good evening, Walter, thank you." Integra politely said.
Alucard had kept quiet, his eyes unmoved from his master's. As the butler exited the office, she cleared her throat, raising a tea cup. She then had realized Alucard was still at a kneel, her eyes focused on a wooden chair in front of her desk.
"Go on," Integra commanded, sipping her tea. "Take the chair, place it where you like." Her voice remained as casual and cold as she could muster.
He stood slowly, his eyes only leaving her's so he may not look down upon her. He brought the chair beside her's facing her, only inches away, as he had when he kneeled. She in return turned her armchair to face him, putting the teacup on the coaster at her desk, now to her right. Integra's legs crossed opposite, seemingly in slight unease, knowing this conversation may become further from comfort. Her hands reached for the small cigars and their lighter.
"Master, do you try and say you never think of that time?" He asked, staring at her once more.
"I said nothing of any effect if I think of it or not." Integra replied, flipping open the case of cigars, taking one between her fingers, setting the case on her lap as she lit it.
"You give more than an impression of that." He reached for the warm tea.
She took a long inhalation of the thin cigar. "What makes you wonder if I do, or if I do not, Alucard? Did it mean so much to you?" Her stare; cold, her eyes threw daggers toward him while she smoked more of the cigar, throwing the case and lighter carelessly to her desk with the opposite hand.
"Yes." A long, menacing smile crowded his face. "It did mean so much, Integra." He added after tasting the tea. He then bent forwards, putting the cup down, putting his hands on his knees. "Being the first to touch your lips." Excitement filled his tone. "Oh, how important that was. If you only knew. If you only knew!"
"Then it is more to you than it ever was to me."
That silence again, those stares. Alucard never wiped the smile off his face, he simply drank his tea while she did her's and smoked her cigar. A very slight and quiet chuckle escaped his mouth, she remained still.
"Integra..."
They set down their tea. She put out her cigar, then folding her hands on her lap. He stood over her, bending until his face was dangerously close to her's enough to make her cringe.
"Would it mean something if I did it again? If I do it...now?"