She could tell he was in a bad mood.  Whether it was from the situation changing too fast, or his general reaction to Cassidy she really wasn't sure, but it certainly wasn't a mood in which she wanted to ghoul him.  She needed to think of something, to change the foul air floating through the room.  She shook her head at him, stoking his hair as he lay in her lap.<br/><br/>"No, Alfred, it doesn't work like that.  I don't drink from you.<em>Ever.</em>Not unless you want to become one of us, and that's something that I couldn't do.  You drink from me, that's it.  When the time is right, when you're really okay with all of this, and not just doing it because I said to.  If you're not ready, if you're not totally on board, it won't be right.  I may not have had a choice, but I'm giving you one."  She purposefully ignores whatever reaction it was that Cassidy was having to her words, looking Alfred in his eyes and knowing that she still truly loved him, with all her heart.<br/><br/>"If you want to give me something, if you want to do things for me, what I'll need you to do is help find people for Cassidy and I.  To protect us when we can't protect ourselves.  Mundane stuff like going to the bank or dusting or...hell...whatever it is people do during the day, while we sleep.  If you want, you can start coming with me when I hunt, helping me lure people or just hang around here.  But I'm not going to do anything to you tonight until you're in a better mood.  This is  lot to process.  Believe me, I know.  I think Cass had to keep me tied down for about 10 days before I got a handle on it all.  I...I wouldn't think you would be as difficult..."