[Never let it be said that Alucard cannot multitask. As much joy as petting a dog can bring, his face still manages to sour at the description offered, all wrinkled nose and lips drawn into a thin line of total disapproval at the idea of any of this.]

That sounds like a dreadful way to spend an evening. [Both the attendance in the first place and the idea of listening to any of it. The dhampir shakes his head.]

Did anything actually useful come of it, or was it just an exercise in complaining about Ambrose?