Strangely, this had only strengthened his faith. He fought alongside George to keep the streets as free from demons and helped as many as he could. And selfishly, he was glad to be useful again. Being a warrior as in his blood, and he had ideas to slowly build himself a little spot for him, Alexander, and whatever mortals willing to come to them.
You couldn't, it seemed, quite take the King out of the man. He'd set his hand on his sword when he'd heard someone come up the stairs, before relaxing at Alexander's voice. He rose to let Alex in, and get a kiss, and closed the door behind Alex. "Good. Need a hand?"