Deviants? [He echoes the word as he leans into the brush of Alucard's fingers, eyes becoming unfocused for a moment as his lips parted slightly. And then he was brought back to his train of thoughts about deviants and it was much, much less pleasant than letting himself get distracted by Alucard's light touch.]

Deviants are defective. They're broken. There is no use for them and they're usually dangerous. They'll be deactivated or destroyed. [And he doesn't want to be deactivated. But not wanting to be deactivated was a deviant thought in and of itself...

He gives Alucard a neutral, if vaguely hopeful, look.] Of course. That's my mission as well.

[His eyebrows raised a little in subdued surprise.] I'm not sure if there's anything about me you don't know at this point. [There was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.] But, if you think of any questions, I'll do my best to answer them.