[Seeing the crimson has faded from her eye when he glances up at her again, Alan feels some of the tension seep out of his body. It's not all gone, of course. Demons are an unpredictable untrustworthy lot. Nothing will ever convince him otherwise even if Hannah has behaved admirably and the Phantomhive child's demon had been well-mannered. That didn't mean he would trust either of them.

His mouth opens as the child begins his protest only to close as Hannah speaks. Yes exactly what he was going to say. Hannah might actually be the second grudgingly tolerable demon he's ever met.]

Thank you, Miss Annafellows. I'll be certain to let my senior know you were helpful when I had need of assistance.

[And Alan is taking that child and getting him to settle into the line. Now he's got all his little ducklings in a row. Seeing she's distracted Alan is arching a brow in concern, shirt's cuff trying to seem nonchalant rather than deeply worried.]

Is something the matter?