Gifted by Marcus back to him, Alfred clears his throat and laughs. Getting older every day, he's too soft if hearing something as small as that winds him up. "I should hope he does. I imagine he's had to learn to cook something besides eggs without me. None of these mongrels sleeps without being told, either. He better damn well miss me. Tell him--

"Tell him hello." Because apparently none of them can work up you're missed without provocation either.