But we won't know if the people or creatures we deal with are guilty or innocent, so that's a bit of a moot point. I'm not going to ask you to kill your friends, if you're concerned about that, but the things here aren't so... black & white, Crescendo.

[ he holds out his hand as swirls of green magic surround him. all sorts of voodoo symbols appear, framing him, and his appearance distorts a little... his smile broadening and stitching appearing along it as if his face might split without it. ]

In exchange for your help and your kiss from Death, herself, I'll give you power. [ if he shakes his hand, then he'll instinctively know he can't use his powers on alastor at all. ]