[God, it's tempting to just fucking punch his face, but he knows that the gesture isn't exactly unusual. He remembers well how much his father commanded respect in all the court houses, after all.

But he definitely would like to still hit him away.

Alucard jerks his hand free, glowering at Greed.]

It would be my utter pleasure to beat you within an inch of your miserable life -- but I respect what your house represents, even if it is not you I particularly care for.

Keep your hands to yourself. I have other business to attend to.

[No he really doesn't, but Alucard can keep busy and he intends to.]