He would try to. Much as it was everything he'd dreamed of a part of him still wondered had he made the right choice. He was weak now, weaker than he'd ever been. 500 years of power gone and faded. And he didn't know if Lord Harry had truly left him, if the man wouldn't do anything in his power to gain back what he had lost.
For now though, he had Alex. His beautiful, alive, Alex. Restored as she should be, she'd helped him through the choice that had nearly been impossible to speak the words of.
"You can have food, you can have whatever you want. Whatever you desire."
It was confusing. Who he was now. Because he wasn't completely the same man and he felt that so completely. And he wasn't sure what it meant yet. He'd wished his soul back from the devil and regained his humanity but he wondered what it could possibly mean overall.
"Me I'm mostly wondering if I could get away with Kia Ora now."