I promise you, it is chicken broth. [Alucard is almost certain he can't smile reassuringly about this topic, but he can rock back in his chair a little bit and sigh.] I dumped out all of the remaining Me-Soup and never want to think of making it again. The only gain in it is I now can be a complete ass about it to Geralt forever.

[This is his plan. He has no regrets. There is only angrily grumping that You Made Me Into Soup.

He exhales, taking a long sip.]

What I wonder is if we'll remember any of this.