He guessed it as the affirmation to the question. Alastor was all walls, so much that it was hard to see the real him peaking out. Yet at least now those walls seemed more protective and not just manipulative.

Maybe, just this once because he wasn't unnecessarily cruel, he wanted to see the real Alastor inside.

"You know, I'm pretty tired." He told the demon, "I think we'll call it a night."

He raised his fingers, drawing those primal energies to him so the demon could feel it, ready to snap Alastor back into Hell even though it was still dark.