Hate flirting. You know, pulling each others' pigtails. [She'd been so sure of it at the time, she hadn't bothered inserting any flirtations of her own until after Alucard had chosen to stay at the Castle-Hold. In fact...] You were, after all, weren't you? But there's this, too.

[The 'this' in question being their proximity. Which seems to cause Alucard to grimace in mistrust.] What is it about it you don't trust? The feeling, or me, or something else?