This nets Guillermo a blank, puzzled stare in return - the furrow in his brows tightens, his head tilting lightly to one side. "It's...good that you are feeling positively about it," he offers, tone friendly for all that it is puzzled.

"...You've...picked out...your monster?"

Alfred is reasonably sure it doesn't work that way, but - well, no need to break that to this fellow immediately. Maybe he has an explanation.