[Alfred holds onto Bobby until he is sure the man is unable to get away again, only then does he release him and step back as to let Oswald beat him savagely. When Oswald suddenly stops, the bat dropping from his blood stained hands and sways slightly Alfred tenses. Ready to step forward and catch the smaller man should he need to.

Instead he is told what Oswald needs and he nods.]

Very good, sir.

[Without a second thought he turns and heads back to the car, going into the trunk to grab the large canister of gasoline he picked up before grabbing Nyssa's men. He heads back over to Oswald and untwists the cap, a moment later the air is filled with the tangy stink of gas as he pours it over and on top of what is left of Bobby and then over and onto the now squirming and screaming Joel who seems to have finally clued in to his own fate.]

Here you are, sir.

[Obedient and to the point, he puts the canister down a safe ways away and then hands Oswald a package of matches.]