To most people the transformation might be alarming, but to Alfred--well it sure scared the shit out of him the first time, though by now it only gets his blood pumping in excitement. A battle as old as Earth. Good versus... maybe not evil, Crowley doesn't seem all that evil, so more like Good versus Amoral Selfish Prick.

He grins right at those glowing eyes, pouring the rest of the tea out and throwing the cup in the newly formed puddle. Not quite as effective at sending a message as the Boston Tea Party but he had to improvise. Close enough.

"My problem is that you always manage to slip by the law," he says, pointing an accusing finger at Crowley. "You think you're above everyone else, that just 'cause you got some underworld connections and money you can just waltz around and do whatever you want without consequence! I may not be able to stop you permanently, but I can sure as heck slow you down."