(Angry, Sinister)

Haaa Haa

No matter how much blood I drink, It’s still trouble-some

That Amelia…That woman getting in the way…AGAIN!

Alan… belongs to me!

(Elated)

I always been really good at this certain dish, Alan, do you want three lumps of sugar in your tea, right?

(Very Hurt, Pretending to be Happy)

I stabbed her to death, because her blood wasn’t the least but appetizing,