"If he makes his way nearer to happy with you," His hands tremble gently as he pulls a medium-sized box off the shelf; older every day, made older each day with days like this, "you'll have done something no one in this house ever could, Mr. Keane."

Good luck, that is. Thank you, that means. One arm braces beneath the box, the other at it's side as he hands it to Marcus. It isn't very heavy, no more than fifteen pounds. Alfred pats the top as he passes it. "These things have been found over the years. I've asked Bruce to remember them on his annual visits, but he never does. If you don't mind."