[Alucard is half way through his ration when Hilda produces the tin of pins and offers it towards him. He is in no way surprised she has it. It would be weirder if she did not.
He pauses just long enough to wipe his hands off on a nominally clean portion of his trousers, then gestures for Hilda to turn around.]
Believe me, mine is probably worse. Do you know how much it takes for my hair to be worse than anyone else's?
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He pauses just long enough to wipe his hands off on a nominally clean portion of his trousers, then gestures for Hilda to turn around.]
Believe me, mine is probably worse. Do you know how much it takes for my hair to be worse than anyone else's?