"Right. Trust my...instincts." Briefly, there's a glint of Something in his eyes - not the far-away look of the Vampire, but something else, something more self-assured than before beginning to overwrite that darker association. The soft glow of the red in his Demon limbs thrums, and he could swear he feels a steadying mist at his back.

The Fog hadn't taken any of Alfred away. If anything, she's given more of him back.

He looks down first, then back to Seras, his own smile going just a little impish.

"...Well...if you are certain we can do this...then...."

Alfred stretches his wings out, letting them shudder back to half-folded.

"I'm ready for whatever you do."