Bold of you to accuse the Vlad Tepes of sentimentality while you're within impaling range. We have a business arrangement. There is no replacing the late Mrs. Impaler, and I advise against bringing her up if you wish to keep operating here.

[He sighs as the corpse drops onto the ground. The things he does for his art.]

You may as well bring that to my lab, then. It's well stocked, and if there's something you require that I don't have, I can send someone out to fetch it.