"Thanks," the redhead replied smoothly, even if he couldn't decide whether to laugh or kill something at the sight before him. Allen Walker, dressing and acting like a complete matron/housewife/whatever. God, now he had really wished someone else were around to share a laugh with him. Crowley would flail. Komui would take a hell lot of photos for blackmail. But well, Yuu might appreciate the joke.
Shaking his head, he chuckled a little to himself and stepped into the house, looking at the decor that, last he checked, only existed in fiction. Happy little family. What joy. Ah well, let it not be said that Bookman Junior was a rash idiot. He was trained, he knew when to bide his time. And worse comes to worst, he had a trump card up his sleeve.