He eats the bite off his fork, and he is this close to proposing marriage to her, even though Alfie would simply die he's been usurped by a chocolate ganache, but he gets distracted by her list of things. It sounds like a list of kid's nightmares, and he is smirking again for no reason.

He peeks at her notebook, pointing at 'ghosts' with his fork. "I thought we established ghosts," he says, chewing his food. "Demons. Yes. Devils, uh, like the Devil. 'Cos I think you need a priest for that one?" He picks up another bite of cake, interested in the sugar crust that he can't quite understand but loves. "Uh, dragons. Like giant bird lizards that spit fire?"