Ah, there they are. 'It' is, rather. He'd look away from Josh easily enough, his interest wasn't necessarily in the human, blood and hellfire stare narrowing in on the thing that halved itself. How clever! Judging from the screaming fit he was just on the receiving end of, he'd assumed the beast had no real sort of intelligence to it, but here they were!

Those eyes were more like crimson slits, the smile a glowing, yellow gash in a white face, calculations and deductions quietly being thrown about in his head until, at last, Josh got some precious, sacred space.

Alastor let go of him, and, as he straightened, took at least one lunch off the tray with him. May as well take advantage of the situation while he was at it.

"Well I don't consider myself crazy, son. I see it clear as day." 'It'. Singular. Yes he was looking at two, but he knew better, and he was going to make that much very clear. Why not? Why not see how intelligent and clever this weird, warped little soul actually was? The challenge was made, the gauntlet was thrown.

Fight him, you shrieky little motherfucker.